4. If thou thro' Crofs's paths doft | Affwages all the grief that burdens lead me, I follow, leaning upon thee; The Clouds at thy command must feed me, And Rocks must give my drink to me; Thy wondrous Ways I acquiefce in, They always end in love and bleffing; If I have thee, it does fuffice: I know that Souls to blifs created, Who fhall to glory be tranflated, Muft needs bow down before they rife. 5.Tho' Death may ftrike fome fouls with horror, Not me, because my heart and mind Reads in thy Face no fright'ning terror; In thee, my Life! firm peace I find. When at the Port of rest he landeth This darkfome wilderness relinquish, Am 1, when leaning upon thee! While thou, my God, doft comfort 622. Mein Salomo, dein freundliches re gieren. me: When my poor heart but turns itself to thee, Then is thy peaceful Spirit my Preceptor; Thy loving Look fo warms and melts my heart, That fear and restlesness must soon depart. 2. The gifts of my Belov'd they are fo noble, That all the world cannot the like afford : What are the treasures, which the world does hoard ? To comfort weary Souls they are not able; But Jefus is, and does't abundantly; The whole world's joy will fail, but never He. 3. My sweetest Friend! when round my poor heart gather Thy flames of love, and gently pierce it thro', Then fhines in me a Light quite pure and new, By which I reach the Heart of the kind Father, Which with forgiving tenderness is fill'd ; One Wave of Grace is by the other fwell'd. 4. That which the Law could have bestowed never, All this is then produc'd alone by Grace: This does to Holiness a Liking raise, This changes and reforms the whole Behaviour; Thou'rt led from strength to strength, and patiently And with long-fuff'ring, Grace does govern thee. Y Solomon thy kind and 5. O may my heart none else but "My gracious Scepter Christ be eying! Come Come vifit me, my Day-fpring from on high, So that the light in thy light I can spy, 2. Yet let my faith's eyes penetration On grace's Bottom stedfastly rely-Reach to that foul thy loving Scepter, As t'intercept the love that darts from thee. Which, like as Efther, 'fore thee * Cant. iv. 6. When I'm caft down before thee damp, Or when the Law ftrives to put out" My God be merciful to me"! my lamp Then let me view thy tenderMother- This will new ftrength and confi dence impart. 7. And now I reft, my Love! in thy embraces, Thou art alone my everlasting Peace; I wrap and wind myself up in thy grace; Mine element is th'ocean of thy mercies : And fince thou, Jefu, art my All in I ; know thy Heart's commiferation, Thou can't not angry be at him, For whom thou once in Blood did ft fwim, For whom thou'll made full Expia- 4. I fall into thy Hands, my Saviour! 7. Yes, yes, my heart will glad em- j Affright me with no punishment, brace thee, MY dear Redeemer! thou he art Who me to love invited; That Pain, which is fo fweet to me, Thou't in my heart excited. 2. Thy Crofs, thy fhame, thy pangs and fmart, Thy Stripes and wounds dilated, Thefe are the charms, which have my heart Ravish'd and captivated. 3. The fire, that burns and flames within, Is that divine Impreffion, That thou wert bleeding for my fin, And dy'dft for my tranfgreflion. 4. And now thou may'ft take Heav'n from me, My love fhall ftill be fervent: 1. I'll cleave to thee ftill fafter. 625. Wer sich dunken lafst er fehe. E who fancies that he ftand •HB Weth, May take good Care, lest he fall: For the Tempter ftill intendeth Us, if poffible, t'enthral. 2. Indolence is an Impoftor, Drowsiness is never good: He that lets it be his mafter, Binds for his own back a rod. 3. All falfe Freedom's peftilential, At mid-day it does destroy: 626. Gott lob! ein fchritt zur ewigkeit. 1.Tanother Step is taken, My Heart with longing turns to thee, While here on Earth I'm walking; To thee, O my life's Fountain-head, From whence grace is pour'd forth, and fhed Hank God towards Eternity Into my foul, like balfam. 2. I tell the Hours, and days and years, And think them tedious ages, Until the wish'd-for Time appears, Which all my grief affwages; When all the mortal Parts in me Are fwallow'd up, my Life! in thee, That I can be immortal. 3. Thy Love's flame fets my heart on fire, I am therewith delighted, All that is in me does defire With thee to be united. Though I am in thee, thou in me, Yet fhall my Longing after thee Each day and hour grow stronger. 4. Come! faith thy Bride, who wants thy fight, Come! faith thy undefiled; Come! come! and be revealed! Jefu, my Bridegroom, come to me! Thou know'it, O Lamb, that I to thee Already am betrothed. 5. But yet I leave intirely To thee the Time and feafon, When thou wilt fhew thyself to me: Mean while 'tis to thee pleasing, That heart and tongue cry out for thee, And that my foul inceffantly Goes forth, my Lamb! to meet thee. 6. I am content, fince nought at all From thy love me fhall fever, That thee I can my Bridegroom call At all times whatsoever; And that thou glorious Prince of life, Wilt one Day wed me as thy Wife, And lead me to thy kingdom. 7. Therefore I praife thee thankfully, Whereby to bleft Eternity That one Hour more's acquitted, Another Step's compleated: Now I will nimbly onward hafte, Until I fhall arrive at laft At my defired haven. 8. And if my hands, while I am here, Should drop, my Knees grow feeble; While running on in Faith's career, 9. Arife, my foul ! be bold in Faith, Aught in this world decoy thee! Then take the Wings of doves, and Does running to thee feem too flow? fo, Help'd on by love, fly fwifter. 10. Jefu, my Bridegroom! my foul is With thee already joined, Thou haft receiv'd her with a Kifs, What? tho' this Time feems long As love thy heart inclined. As a Lamb led to the flaughter And for ever to thee bound. Love! who thus himself engaged; Let my Mis'ry and my smart Now entirely be affwaged In thy wounded bleeding Heart. 4. Love! whoDeath for me endured, And upon the cross's tree Never-fading Bliss procured, Ah! how fweet's thy Pain to me! Ah, I'll kifs with kiffes tender Thy dear wounds, my wounded Love! And at last myself surrender To thy Side's wound as thy dove. 5. Love! who by deep grief wert marred, And for my fo frozen heart In a cold Tomb wert interred: Ah! I thank thee for thy Smart ! For the yielding up thy Spirit, That I might for ever live! Love! who bought'ft me by thy Merit, In thy Bofom me receive! 628. Preis, lab, ehr, ruhm, &c. "T Hanksgiving, honour, praife Unto the flaughter'd Lamb be render'd, Who brought us to his Kingdom's light, And bought us from all tongues and kindred; To Happiness we were in him ordain'd, When the World's ground-works yet unlaid remain'd. 2. We are ingrafted into Chrift The Vine; we are with God united: This is of all our Joys the high'ft, (Tho' unbelief it ever flighted.) The spirit from Life's Fountain ever drinks, The foul with holy Shame and blushing finks. 3. By you, ye Torches round the Throne, And you glad Spirits that fill heaven With fhouts of Glory, to God's Son, Our King and Shepherd, praise be given; Come, and with us, his glorious love rehearse, His Name be prais'd throughout the Universe. 4. He who for ever does abide, His Lauds in joyful fongs be raised In Christendom, his bleffed bride; By men's and angels tongues he's praised! Let all the holy Hofts make heaven ring, Let all the creatures the Word's glory fing! 5. Prais'd be the highest Majefty, Whofe Nod can worlds create, and worlds deftroy. 6. How Holy, Holy, Holy, is Who lov'd and deftin'd us to blifs |