meet,

8. This day I give myself again
As thy Reward for all thy Pain:
Form me into thy Image, Lamb,
Thro' Love or Smart, for thine I am.
9. i kifs thy Rod moft heartily;
Í know thou meaneft well to me;
Here lies before thee my poor Heart,
Which caus'd thee fo much grief and
fmart.

10. This Heart is and remains thy

own,

For with thy Blood thou haft it won:
Receive me now fo as I am,

Lord Jefus Chrift, my dearest Lamb!

Thy Flesh and Blood with her to eat.. O dip me deeper in thy Blood,

2. Had I ftill fome felf-righteoufnefs
Or stuff of self-wrought holiness,
I fhould be miferable now,
Nay I should quite confufed grow.
3. But fince I am a finner true,
I fink before Thee as 'tis due,
'Fore thee my dearest Lamb and
Head:

I dare do this, for thou haft bled.

4. My Longing is, o'erwhelm me yet,
Who like a worm twine round thy
Feet,

With the red Stream of thy dear
Blood,

Which all that's fpoil'd makes wholly
good.

5. Perhaps no hidden curfe I feel,
That Thou art mine, I dare to tell.
But yet within thy fearching Sight,
Thy flaming Eyes, I am not right.
6. I find, the Faults are numberlefs,
Which thy poor child committed has,
For which I have deferved this:
But yet my Pardon purchas'd is.
7. Make me a piece of Daft, my
Lamb,

Till I quite low and little am;
I feel ftill much of Selfishnefs,
free me from it by thy Grace!

So fhall I hence more faithful prove;
And this thy Blood and righteousness
Will be my beauty and my drefs.

i.

442:

Das waere mein plan.

Ight this be my plan,

M'My dear divine Man,

To be wholly Thine,
And buried and loft in the blessed
Sides fhrine!

2. Quite buried in Blood,
With Mind and whole mood;
In Love and Amaze
With all thy dear Martyrdom's
powerful blaze:

3. Struck with the bright Beams
And bleeding Wound-streams,
And ever intent
Upon thy outstretched and thro
pierced Hand:

4. In Love Tears quite drown'd,
And griev'd to be found
Still able to try

And pain my dear Hufband, and
damp his Heart's joy:

5. Obedient of course,
And no more by force;
Y y 2

A Sin

Who inwardly ranks himself the laft And, fince that, have griev'd thee;

(From you I'm eternally fafe and Occafions my heart to diffolve into

When thou didst erect me a Temple Thou'ft me to the Sacrament's Li

My Body be tinctur'd with Blood's With that Body, thy Blood has

Who into the Tent of Humanity Still maketh my poor heart to burn,

As one who's defign'd with the Bride- And were my eyes fix'd on thy pale

With Breath of thy Spirit each mo- As t'yield fatisfaction to my great

Which thou for thy pleasure on Along the Cheeks trickling, whilst

23. What Mary partook
At the Lamb's fweet Look,
When her he did greet,

And he was embracing his thro'-
pierced Feet:

24. So does my Heart pant That thou may'ft me grant The inmoft Love's kifs,

Hence have I been fo greedy

In Jofeph's work to join,
And o'er thofe Grave cloaths fteady
Could spend all hours of mine.
4. My aim in Vigil-keeping
Around the Corpfe was this,
To fate myself with weeping;
The relicks in my Eyes

And conftant enjoyment of thy dear Atteft what has been acted;

Wounds-Blifs.

25. "Tis fo in my breaft,

I cannot quite rest,
Untill I embrace

Thy pierc'd holy Feet, and the Scars
which them grace.

26. John's Portion fo bleft!

To lean on thy Breaft,

Thy finner, thy duft,

And have these eyes the Mode
Of his Death-Glance contracted?
I've got my highest Good.

5. O yes! that Man I'll look on,
Him as an outstretch'd Corfe,
Where many a Blood-drop Token
All o'er him ftill occurs.
O Love unprecedented!
That vital Tide entire

Thy Smart's due reward, and thy He fpilt, yea more, invented

booty fo juft.

443.

Ich habe mich verfchloffen.

"MY

Y felf I have been hiding
In Jefus Chrift his Grave,
The Dews from Him proceeding
My Body moisten'd have:
I would quite penetrated
Be by that double Bath,
His Drops in Torment fweated,
And thofe in icy Death.
2. In half diffolved condition,
Some Reft was requifite,
When I went in Fruition

Much farther, than in fight.
Ye death-difcolour'd Bruifes,
To me how sweet ye were!
I paid from open fluices

As Homage many a Tear.
3. My Heart does inftantaneous
In fuch emotion come;
Swoons ftill away spontaneous
At his Deliquium.

This Deed thro' Friendship's fire. 6. That Mouth by Death turn'd livid, Whofe Kifs my Heart hath found, That Breaft, which me received, That Hand which clafp'd me round;

These are my Seals fufficient,
'Till e'en my mouth can kifs,
And, in a state of Vifion,

He fhall repeat all this. C. R.

2. Come and tafte, what elfe unut-1 3. All this Corps's Beauty,

terable

Never comes in thought or fight,
But for Hearts a Food incomparable;
Which the Day as well as Night,
Yea the Years, makes fly away quite
Speedy:

Do you know who to this Place did
guide me?

Mary, weeping by the Stone

Of the Lord's Grave fo alone.

3. I am drunk for Love, and half
departed;

By a Loadstone I am drawn,
Which to all elfe makes me heavy

hearted :

Here I must be let alone!

Its late Tears in plenty,
Its Proftration low
And that anxious Prayer
Ere it met the flayer;
Its Mock-robe for shew;
And each Part of Toil and Smart,
In my Soul excite a motion
To immenfe Devotion.
4. That blue Streak inclofing
His Eyes, when half frozen
That laft chearful Glance,
When, as his Jaws faulter,
The Soul her Departure
Forefaw in a trance,

Thefe Marks fweet, as extant yet,
I fpy (in his Grave's deep study)

Jefu's Crofs, his laft Hours in his On his facred Body.

Paffion,

5. Matchlefs Heart! thus deareft

My God's Corps affords me delecta-Thou to me appeareft;

tion;

"WH

C.R.

7HEN to Bed retiring,
Reft Men are defiring;

So my Spirit too!
Abfent 'tis already,
Drawn into an Eddy
After him to go:
Afk ye where the Anfwer's near,
Into Jefu's Wound-hole Harbours,
And his fweet Grave's Vapours.
2. What a feafon pleasant
In that Grave at present
Round his Corps I have,
Words can't paint; don't curb me,
Nor herein disturb me,
As if Loofe I gave
To fome thin and airy scene:
I'm in full Detail revifing
My Lord agonizing.

Fain I would have spent
Ev'ry Breath in raifing

Hymns, thy Goodness praising,
Full of thy Wounds Scent!
Sinner poor I am all o'er;
Myfelf and my imperfection
Thy Heart's Couch I ftretch on.
6. Mouth by Death's Foam feized;
Heart, in Death compreffed;
Eyes that fink away;

Limbs, thro' Torment pining;
Hands, which Rubies fhining
In each Palm difplay;
Head, by right divinely bright,
Bloody, mangled and disfhevel'd,
While Death thro' it revel'd;
7. Breaft with anguish heaving ;
Feet, where Pain is leaving
Colour of hot Brass;
Forehead raw from Crowning;
Back the fcourge funk down in,
And cut Furrows has;
Lips oh! how of pallid hue;
Cheeks fo fmitten and polluted
Be Ye all faluted!

Rev. i. 15:

And oft thy Shoulder me fufstains, HOW

When Wearinefs my members pains. 6. The thirty-nine, * yea, ev'ry flash Made in thy Back by the rude Lash,

2 Cor. xi. 24. Deut. xxv. 3.