But now I'm pleas'd with human Feature,

Since my Creator was a Creature:

Now muft his human Heart

Of confequence take part

In human Smart.

449.

Honig von dem liebßen, &c.

Honey from the faireft Side's

incifion

Is my only gladd'ning Wine, Hereof for herself a good Provifion The Lamb's Sinner bride lays in. Thousand Magd'len kiffes, Lamb and Saviour,

Take from me, from Head to Feet all over;

All thy Skin, each Pore and hair, Take of my Salutes its share. 2. Greetings of ftrong Love, which death tranfcendeth, *

We've each other foftly paid; But, O Cave, whofe fcent the Heart expandeth,

Thou haft like a Babe + him made, Whom thou once haft to thyself attached,

Whom that wounded Heart fo ftrong ly fnatched,

Did into itself so kifs,
That befide himself he is.

* Cant, vii. 6. + Matt. xi. 25. 3. Now be glory to the Side repeated!

That I finner, was to be A blood-needing human Soul, not

treated

With bright Angel's destiny; While I Worm can have, tafte, feel and faveur,

To creep in thy Bowels have the favour:

I confefs with joy,
That my life and whole falvation
Flows from God's great Incarnation.
God's becoming Man
Is my darling Plan.

2. Nothing charms me more
Than that precious Gore,

Ne'ertheless be my Way smooth or

rougher,

Bleeding Heart! I'm chearful ftill, Till I can my Plan fulfil.

2. I'd like always Sabbath to be holding,

As fabbatic is my Mood;

Yet fince thy Gifts one must not be cold in,

To die under Loads, is good: Ev'n the Day, where thou hast Re fpite granted,

To thy Service offer'd be, if wanted, And each one's Utility,

Whom I am to ferve for Thee:

3. All my Brethren, Sifters, when fo loved,

Gifted, honour'd I can view,

ing;

Whilst awake, afleep or dreaming,

Is that purple Stream

My most favourite theme.

453.

Eltern, euer feeligs herz.

Arents, fee! your happy heart

proved,

The like is to me not due;

These are to my Mind the sweetest Morfels,

Which I relish fresh at all rehearsals;

And what I gain under this,

With my Maxims too agrees.

4. For when my dear Friends, being cloath'd and graced

Suffer'd by our God and Saviour,
As he for his Creature died,
Won the human Race his Bride
To his nuptial Joy for ever.

Here and on each diftant Shore; And poor I, the mean and little Cy pher,

Ne'er worth mentioning in all my Life here,

Am now minded by no man; Then I've compaffed my Plan. 5. This to th' World to vaunt then gives occafion

O'er one, who to them fcarce more (As a Subject long grown out of fashion,)

Does as in a dream recur:

Thro' all my life in thee, "And thou eternally in me. 3. "Ev'n when I speak, or play or fing, "I reach not half, poor ftupid thing!"

All ye Hearts dear, this Dove's voice hear,

No Blifs, I'm fure, is like God's Pleur'.

Thou Church-eye! whofe drops, running e'er,

To th' Lamb magnetic are, Bring him with his dear Side-wound here!

457.

Die Pleura bleibet unser haus.

1. OUR Side, •OUR

UR Houfe is fix'd in Jefu's

In this our Age of grace;
There we go in and out and hide
To all Eternities.

We daily deeper creep therein,
Ev'n in this lovely Pleura's fhrine,
Quite happy fits each Fellow-heir,
Gladly entangled there.

2. Ye loving hearts, ye Brethren dear!
Croud all within this Wound
For little Crofs's-air doves here

The choiceft Place is found: Here fings one happily and plays, Tranfported quite with Joy and Grace.

How well can here a dove abide? All glory to the Side!

3. Thro' all our Congregation, lo! Exceeding sweet it founds, When we in dulci jubilo

*

Exalt the Man of Wounds: The holy choir of Cherubims, Themselves fing Amen to our hymns,

• With sweet rejoicings.

2. They are hard to understand,
If you'll urge the Letter:
In Paul's Writings are contain'd

More fuch knots, and greater. 3. But what puzzles critic Art,

Understood with ease is
By the fimple, and the Heart

Finds Life in each Thefis.
4. 'Tis true, in preceding Time,
Out of the Grave's prifon
There had fev'ral, befides him,
Thro' his Word arifen.

5. (So a Hoft, who dy'd in hope,

And in Faith's connexion
With his Off'ring, were rais'd up
At his Refurrection.)

6. And one faithful Servant known, †
Had his penal dying
Much like Slumber undergone,
On God's bofom lying.

+ Mofes.

8. There hath been a Personage,
(We now little know him,
But may from the facred Page
Angel's Name allow him.)

9. Nor mere Sound is, what we hear
Of Death, him attefting
Still an active Officer;
He is yet exifting.

10. Only mark, among Mankind
There are two great Claffes:
One bad, tho' felf-righteous, blind;
Th' other knows what Grace is.

11. When the firft, tho' gay and blith,

Are from hence diflodged, To them furely fhews his Teeth Death, God's Servant rigid. 12. But the last, whofe mind long

18. Now that Speech no more's too deep,

Nor its knots can teize us, That, among the Clafs which fleep, The Firft-fruits is Jefus.

19. Till he thus his Breath refign'd, Was all Men's Departure (In th' old Cov'nant) of rough Kind, Malefactors Torture.

20. But fince that Spear's Deed,

without

Death's Scythe or intrusion; There's a Cafe, where Death acts not

At Man's Diffolution.

21. Where that Spectre the Blood. mark

Sees on any Forehead, Here muft (thinks hej my Trade dark,

Souls t'eject, be spared.
22. Is a Cov'nant-heart aware,
That his Hour approaches?
After the dear Lamb, who near
Always is, he reaches ;

23. And fays to him, "Lord! thou know'ft

"That my Limbs are weary: "Fetch the Spirit, thou bestow dit!”. This ends the whole ftory.

24. In that Sabbath moment, where The Limbs leave Earth's pother, Dares no creature interfere,

Yea no holy brother.

25. God doth his own Image take, Face to face in private Sucks again the Spirit back

Once from him derived;

26. To the Clay with Wounds-oil gives

Its laft Unction fealing,
And the Soul then home receives,
Into the Side's Dwelling.