37. That is: to know, that for the World and me

Our Lord himself did Penance on the

tree;

38. That as he there expir'd, 'tis finish'd! cried,

The Spirit then the Saviour juftified;

* 1 Tim. iii. 16. 2 Cor. v. 21. 39. That as he triumph'd over fin and hell,

He gave us Right in heav'nly Realms to dwell.

40. And tho' unborn, tho' not in person there,

Yet in that Act of grace I have my fhare ;

41. To be a King and Prieft was then reftor'd,

Prieft unto God, o'er death and devil Lord.

42. Therefore muft fin lie vanquish'd at my feet,

Thro' Jefu's Blood I muft with Vict'ry meet.

43. When on my Ransom I retire to think,

And in my Saviour's wounds enamour'd fink,

44. Then trembles all the world both fmall and great,

Nor dare difturb my Meditation fweet.

45.

And where's the wonder? To the World at large,

48. Venture who dare to break that man's Repose,

Who Jefu's Voice to hear, in ftillnefs goes.

234.

Sein leib die Gottes-full.

I.

Church, God's fulness, * how
So very fill art thou?

Of many troops compos'd,

is to view!

1. Sinner

Inners Redeemer, whom we inly love! Father of thine below, and thine above,

Brother of Worms who earthly veffels bear, Bridegroom of happy Souls who imple are !

2. O let us day by day with rapture feel, What Grace, what Love is, what thy Spirit's feal, What fervent Zeal that prudently afpires,

What heav'nly Drawings, what feraphick Fires!

3. A manly Spirit too, dear Lord, impart ; A face anointed, and a glowing

Heart:

With force of banner'd hoft! Should not Trumpet's found In their course be found?

* Eph. i. 23.

2. Methinks, I know why not; For if I look about,

Who of these limbs is Head, Whofe Gofpel this whole knot Of Brethren preach and spread; Small's his Voice and ftill, t Yet performs his Will.

† 1 Kings xix. 12.

3. When half the world fhall now
At the Lamb's footstool bow,
When flat the walls fhall fall
Which stopp'd our labours so,
'Tis no more fhouts do all,

But the Virtue fure
Of the Lamb's Blood pure.

* Josh. vi. 20.

4. That filent, (and yet more
'Gainft the Destroyer's pow'r,
Prevailing) voice of yore
Than any warlike shout,
All Ifrael's Tents throughout,

Was, that Blood did fmear
Each door where they were.

5. So
may it in our cafe,
Thro' ev'ry time and place,
Be clearly feen henceforth,
That our glad Word of grace
Upon this bleffed earth,

Therefore ftrike so cou'd,
'Caufe 'tis ting'd with Blood.

6. Yea, this let all men own,
Who will fome thoughts upon
The brethren's people spendi
Nought in the world they've done,
But just to Jefus lend
Spirit, foul and limb,
To bring joy to Him.

7. That not their thund'ring found,
Or noife amongst them found,
Makes Satan's towers yield,
His throne fall to the ground;
No, but the flame moit mild
And the glowing Shine
Of that Blood divine.

8. Thou then, God's Fulness, fo
In ftillnefs all things do;
Pray, weep, and think within
How farther it will go,
What spoils the Crofs fhall win,
Yet, yet many a Soul,
Till the Sum is full.

9. Lord Jefus Christ, thy Death,
The four Nail-prints fo red,
Thy pierc'd, thy thro`-bor'd Side,
The Sweat in thy deep need,
-Secure and keep thy Bride

Till thou com'ft again,
Church's Prince once flain !

Goes thro' the whole of th' inmoft foul,

When one conceives,

How that the Saviour grieves?

4. The Spirit pure,
That Teacher fure,
The Lamb reveres,
And inwardly declares :
His fure light makes appear
Most clear,

What in heav'ns Book for Sin is

took ;

And fays in brief,
The Sin is Unbelief.

* John xvi. 9.

5. The Lamb's sweet art
Hath won my heart;
His Voice I prov'd,

I bow'd, believ'd, and lov'd.
John pointed out the Lamb
That came ;

"There, there he is !" The fp'rit fays, Yes!

The foul's in fear:

Then Jefu's Self draws near. 6. That piercing Look, Which deeply truck

Why! they muft die :

“Such their own Wills destroy." 8. Let the world hear!

God's Son and Heir,

Who to us came,

And for us bore the blame,

And truly thirty Year

Liv'd here,

Me may Angels guard from ill,
When I am to do thy Will:

So fhall I, with fteady pace,
Reach the dearest City, Grace.
2. This my Mafter's purchase is;
Here my Lord my Chrift is King;
He is mine, and I am his,

Him I'll ever praise and fing: Who can hurt me in this place, Fenc'd and fortify'd by grace? Dearest City, I am thine: And thy happiness is mine.

237.

Wir danken Sott dem Heiligen Seiß.

"WE thank our God the Holy

Ghoft,

flain:

236.

Borgen-dern! Dir folg' ich gern.

"Morning

2. Not the least scruple can we hold, But thou, great Master! (as thou'rt

bound)

To his own chofen Crofs's Fold, Who have him, and in him are found, His Wounds wilt daily clearer shew; It is thine Office fo to do.

3. He on the Crofs, 'our Lord and God! (Tho' fcorn'd for this by all mankind ;)

Still is our Motto most avow'd, Whereby we easily can find, Whom as a Brother dear to greet: This, this our Shibboleth most meet.

4.

there :

Thou my Staff in trav'ling be,

I'll no other weapon bear;

above;

Our Father God, his Children we, Since Christ our Brother deign'd to be.