6. His Death and grace fuch life and Strength afford,

That I can all things do, thro' him my Lord.

7. So oft as I approach the holy Place,

And bow 'fore Him, in whom I live by grace;

8. Thus anfwers he each cry, and each request;

"Amen, it fhall be fo," Then I'm at reft.

9. He by his Blood takes ev'ry fin

warmth and shine :

And thus I am my Lord's, and he is

mine.

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Es ist und bleiber zwar ewig Co.

"IT T must an eternal truth be confeft, Jefus was in himself Lord and bleft. Long ere he projected the race of Creatures

To form, those million Veffels and debtors

To his rich Grace.

2. Nought then was wanting to his full peace; He by Creation could nought increase;

All beatitudes, which the worlds now ride in,

As in an Ocean, were first residing At once in him. But he of free motion, and that Love

3.

And innate faithfulness we ftill prove, But can never fathom, would proceed farther,

To embrace Beings more frail, and

other

Than he himself.

4. This did he with divine Might perform,

As being himself his Sire's ftrength and Arm,

And in fome one moment, which
thought furpaffes,
Spoke all things forth in their various
Claffes,

As they've fince stood.

his grace

And wond'rous pow'r, the creating

10. Yet him (our most honour'd God and Lord,

plectentes.

curr'd

In the cafe of Angels, caus'd not to

waver

From his main scheme, to frail Veffels favour

And Love to fhew.

11. Therefore did in the next place his Art To a mean Object such gift impart, Which tho' thought can't measure, yet our eye fees it;

O were it but with due Senfe confessed By mind and mouth! 12. He did of peculiar grace us all, Father and Child, all whom Man we call,

Bring forth, and to be his own Image deftine ;

Which his Heart's mildnefs puts out of question,

And faithful Mind.

13. For this a mark is, by which we spy,

Mercy in God's very Essence doth lie, Since he to duft ftooped, and an Earth-ftatue,

Vouchfaf'd to animate with the virtue Of his own Breath. 14. That we are fallen, nor more appear

In our firft cleannefs and brightnefs clear,

Is needless to mention; each man muft feel it,

For ev'ry woe by the Fall entailed, Oppreffes all. 15. But this perhaps is not fo much known,

That thro' the God of Gods now each one

May yet be as He was, tho' once by

A pardon'd Sinner's mind does not carry Him to fuch flights.

21. That which with fervor our breafts infpires,

That which contents all our foul's defires,

That

22. May this within our Church ftill prefide,

In all their ways her each member guide; Thofe infpire moreover, who to hearts ftony,

Of Jefu's love to bear Teftimony, From us go forth.

23. A Gospel-messenger knows of nought,

But Jefu's fweat by which we were bought,

The bleft Wounds and bruises of
th' holy Victim,
Who expiated, whilft they afflict him,
The whole World's fins.

24. Enough, if you but take this along :

Does your King call you to Labours strong,

Over wall and mountain, fea, fen,

gates

As t'eclipfe the Feeling of the Cross precious;

For that would be a By-path fallacious Of fancy vain.

27. To the Wounds cov'nant adhere unmov'd,

To what th'Apoftles and Seers approv'd,

To the Lamb flain, and all Believers College,

Who in his Wounds with one voice acknowledge

They have found life. 28. O Congregation, and all around Who to Chrift's Bride are pertaining found,

Small flock lov'd by Jesus, to whom he opens

His Heart with joy, and grants, when it happens,

His Reproach too! 29. Feel thyfelf well thas with Love's own food,

And in fenfation of his rich Blood: Let the nations murmur, let devils threaten, From thy Dead's Worship be thou not beaten :

*

No, God forbid ! * 1 Cor. xi. 26. comp. Gen. xxiii. 3.

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waits,

From his throne fhew you numberless

Wonders,

(What one muft call fo, when he right ponders ;)

He is not flack. 26. Yet caft on these things but half a glance : Such triumphs never derive from thence,

"D

Of whole creation Make:t
Yet partaker

Of our feeble earthly Frame

He became ; Such was his vaft Condefcenfion, To fulfil his love's intention

Towards our poor needy fouls. 2. He, the Lord of all things, was A weak Babe laid in a manger,

A poor Stranger, 'Midft the People stil'd his own Quite unknown;

Fain would fee him and adore him ;

Him they found in Mary's lap. 4. Flying from fierce Herod foon, As a Pilgrim, this our Brother With his Mother From his Land must haste away,

us afford:

Till again an Angel orders
To return to Ifrael's borders,

'Then he dwelt in Nazareth. 5. In his Childhood, O how fweet Was our dearest lovely Saviour!

What behaviour

From this Child of David's line

anoint us,

may

HE firft Wound thou didst
bear,

To our remembrance dear!
that Blood then spilt
From youthful ftains wash clear,
Yea purge from ev'ry guilt,

And thy Bride bedew,
Make her chafte and true,
And throughout renew.
2. What words can e'er exprefs
Or fhew our Thankfulness,
When we but call to mind
Thy readiness to bless
Us worms together join'd!
Ev'n this Year that's past,
Grace has been fo vaft,
Praise fhould Time outlaft.
3. Here in the duft we bow,
And humbly beg that thou
In the enfuing Year
New Bleffings would'st bestow;
And from our breast wouldst tear

Each