displays,

In fplendor delicate fhe fhines, And fcatters all around her rays.

Makes thee welcome in each Meeting Of thy Flock, who pay their greeting To thy garment dipt in Blood.

2. By God's counsel, those four Nails Thee fo bleffedly have wounded! There is grounded

All whate'er we are in thee,
Or fhall be:

Thy unfathom'd Grace-election,
Thy fweet prefence and Protection,
And thy Church-oeconomy.

3.
Thou haft bought us by thy Smarts
Free from yoke of ev'ry stranger,
And all danger;

That we might have happy days,

Whilft we gaze
At thy Torments and thy Merit:
We expect all good t'inherit,

Since thou didst our guilt erase. 4. Therefore fpread thy Wings around;

Make us taste thro' ev'ry feafon,

Ifrael;

Like those first, a race of finners, Thro' thy Blood more glorious win

ners,

In thy Cov'nant ever well., 6. Let us now, as thy own Race,

To thy inmoft Courts admitted,

For Priefts fitted,
Value thy bleft fellowship,
Thy Watch keep;
Round the Temple of thy Body,
Ever feftivally ready,

Both adore, exult and weep.
7. Sanctify us for thyself!
From each thing by thy Soul hated,
Separated;

From the World, that evil nurse,
And its Curse:

Let us, thro' thy Blood's pure teaching,

Be new Creatures, ever preaching,

By our Lives, of Grace's force. 8. Deep engrave it in our hearts, How by thee we are esteemed ?

Why redeemed?

Ev'n to practife in these Days,
Heaven's Ways;
'Midft all poverty and weaknefs,.
To grow up into thy Likeness;

And at Judgment be thy Praife.
9. Let us in our deftin'd Path,
By thy love's heat frame our motions,
Not by Notions;
Not decline what men hard call,

Slight what's fmall;

But thy tender fecret Bleffing
Pant for itill, and be poffeffing,

I

Tili we reach thy Purpofe all. r 10. Loveliest Friend, not feen by eyes! Faithful prov'd by him who ponders Well thy Wonders ! Oh! to each of us impart

Caleb's heart,

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HE flaughter'd Lamb,

Who bore fhame, my "Who liv'd for me, "And dy'd upon the Tree; "The Lamb, who shed his blood, "Is God:

"He is the King, to whom I fing "Here in these days,

"And there in heav'n always."

2. Thus fays the Bride
Of him, who dy'd
Upon the Wood,

Who is her only Good!
She loves him tenderly;
And he,

The Man of fmart, that bleeding
Heart,

Calls her his Dove,

His joy, his Spouse, his Love.
3. Ye great and wife,
Who him despise!
Come here and fee
The deepest Mystery.

Who is't that fwam in Blood?
Your God,

You think it cannot be,

That He

Should leave his throne for Men undone :

But tho' ye're mad,

His Church, his spouse, is glad.
6. No tend'reft man,
Nor bridegroom can,
Her, whom he loves,
And perfectly approves,
With fuch a Tenderness
Embrace,

Or feel fuch flame as does the Lamb.
What does his Spouse?

She loves, receives, and bows.
7. How will it be,
When once you fee
This bleffed Train

Around the Lamb once flain,
In Linnen fine and white,
Moft bright?

And you for fear, now here, now there

Look for a place

To hide you from his Face!

8. Then fhall rejoice,

And raise her voice,
The ranfom'd Bride

things,

Whom all adore,

Who rules for evermore.

She fhall behold her Love
Above,

And kifs and greet his Hands and

Feet;

His Side's wide fpace

Will be her shelt ring place.

The grace

Of the Lamb flain

For his Delight

In all the angels fight.

5.
And this confounds
You, who his Wounds
Nor love nor know,
Ye partners of the Foe!

Why nothing fweeter founds

Than Wounds:

For even there, as well as here, Lamb's Blood and death

Will be the Shibboleth.

10. O Father dear! Now let us here

Lie at thy throne,
And thank thee for thy Son;
Whom thou fo graciously,
And free,

Gav't up to die, and fatisfy,
For Adam's Race,
And what created was.
11. And thou, O Lord!
Th'eternal Word,
Who Flesh wert made,
Our venerable Head!

O thou beloved Heart!

Thy fmart,

Or how express that light, Which overwhelms me quite. 2. I dare to thee ascribe, What now thro' ev'ry Tribe And land as lightning darts, And gently warms the hearts; Yes, I can place it, Lamb, To thy pure Will and Name. 3. For who at first saw thro' The Plan, or guides it now? Yea, where hath human wit The Footsteps of thy Feet Amidft the lamps of gold, Once guess'd at or foretold?

Spouse,

In conftant peace,
Till the can fee thy face.
12. Dear Comforter,
Hear thou our Pray'r!
And teach us mild

Still more of thy dear Child.
Tell us of him our God,
In Blood.

And let his bride rejoic'd abide
In teaching this,

That his Crofs Wifdem is.

13. Fall at his Feet,
Church as 'tis meet;
He is thy Head :

Fall down, and yet be glad!
How much hath done for thee

Ev'n HE?

In deepest poverty,

To Remnants crush'd and broke
By Perfecution's yoke
In the dark cloudy days;
This blaz'd unto thy Praife.

5. Weighty, 'tis true, to all
Was the ftrong fecret Call,
Which bade each bofom burn,
And to its Lord return,
The ancient League renew:
But how, or where? none knew.
6. Thine eye had mark'd the Place;
And drew the fcatter'd Race
With humbleft awe to meet
Before thy facred Feet:

In feebleness they came;

Thine was the boundless Aim.

7. Here now each diff'rent zeal,

fhame;

He's thine, thro' blood,

Strove earnest to procure

The Gofpel-life and pow'r ;

That only was their hope.

8. Ah! who that fimple Thing
Which when it rules the reft,
To perfect light shall bring,
The plan throughout is bleft,
We're knit to Christ above,
And 'mong ourselves in love.