7. She by thee called was
Upon a gracious Day;
The Hour is not forgotten yet
But one recount it may:
We therefore thank thee ftill
With deepest sense of Love,
For these dear People ev'ry one,
Who thy Heart's joy do prove.
8. Affift them well to bear

What thou shalt lay on each, In these thy Bleffing's days, that nought

To shake their Peace may reach; While fome do Martha's Work, To ferve thy Flock preferr'd, And fome with Mary but attend The Teachings of our Lord. 9. The Fountain of thy wounds Open to them allow, Whereby into the Holy Place They ev'ry hour may go; In Sp'rit with thee to treat, The Abba forth to cry;

2. The Bands that bound thy Lover faft,

Unbind thee from thy Pain; His piercing Cry, that fooths thy foul,

And fings to fleep again.

3. The Nails which caus'd him fo much smart,

Thy heav'nly Seat make faft; He bears thee on his Heart, thou him,

Sleep on, and take thy reft. 4. Hush, ftir not up the Friend of Chrift,

Wake not the lovely Bride; Some Vifion caufeth her to fmile, She fees his open Side.

120.

Das ist des Sohnes ehre.

UT one thing the Son honours, And yields him Heart's de

And at thy Bidding fly.

10. By these words we will ftand; Thy Name and bloody Tree, Lord, fhall alone in ev'ry place Our boast and Symbol be: Since thou with Heart fo kind Didft on the Cross expire;

light:

"Tis when his choir of Sinners Do praise, with truth and right, The Glory of those Wounds, which

he

To all the World exhibits,

As offer'd on the tree.

remain,

"Tis when Salvation they,

In the Lamb's wounds their pasture, Indeed ev'n here enjoy;

And when that Blood, he once did

pour

For them, as their life's Fountain, Quickens their Mind all o'er. 3. Thou holiest Thought and dearest, The Knowledge of our Lamb! Thou thousand fick-ones cheareft,

To fuch, a welcome name : The reason is, that Blood divine, The finner's Life eternal, Which in the hearts doth reign.

Creature,

Who can't perhaps ev'n read,
Amongst thy Children enter,
And to thofe Wounds give heed;
He'll in that moment feel and own,

That to his endless Comfort
God did in Flesh come down.
5. Beyond this I'll know nothing,
While I'm a finful Man,
And while by Faith I'm living;

This is that holy plan,
Which the bleft Trinity ordain'd:
By none but helpless Sinners
Such Righteousness is gain'd.
6.. This matter is revealed
With our Election's fight;
Whereby one's oft compelled
To weep, and then outright
For peace, and blifs, and joy fo
ftrong,

Muft the Lamb's hymn be finging, That bleft eternal Song.

7. This to the Soul then preaches, Thro' the holy Spirit's feal; So that it also reaches

The Body, and full well Proves, that God did in Flesh defcend, And hath us help'd thro' all things, As Christ of God, our Friend. 8. Hear we fome man delighted With his own holiness, (Who yet could well be frighted

At his true Wretchedness;) We know mean while nought but that Lamb,

One Holiness as true; Here nor above defireth

Ought but its pow'r to view: We thro His Truth are fanctify'd, In the Lamb's Blood and fuff'rings; There we are well fupply'd.

"T

121.

Das ist meine luft.

HAT is my delight
Both by day and night,
When before my Eyes fo feeble,
Since they ought to fee are able,
I can paint a Lamb
Slain on Crofs's stem.

2. O then weeps my heart
At his bitter Smart!

That blood which from his Feet trickles,

My poor heart fo fweetly fuckles : O how many a kiss

Gets that Hand of his ! 3. O how inwardly Do I think on thee, Thou bleft Part of my Lamb's Body, (Which the Son's Sign, wide and bloody,

Always will abide,)

Gash within Christ's Side !
4. And in viewing this,
Go with Crofs's blifs
Many from the Congregations,
Unto all the favage Nations,
Upon whom the Blood
Yet muft ftream and flood.

5. And in all their Ways
They fing Hymns of praise;
Labour with the Spirit's affiftance,
And keep always in remembrance
What the Scripture * faith
Of Men bold in Faith.

*.Heb. xi.

6. Lamb, I know in heart
That God's Chrift thou art,

The great Monarch of all Heaven,
And the ruler of those seven,*
Lord of ev'ry Man :
Lead thy Pilgrim-train!

The Churches, Rev. i. 20.

122.

Dein augen, deinen mund.

HY Eyes, thy Mouth, thy

1. TH Side,

Thy Body crucify'd,
Whereon we build fo fure,
We once fhall fee fecure;
And kifs and inly greet
The prints in Hands and Feet.
2. Till then by Faith I'll view
Thofe Eye-ftreaks black and blue,
The Clam on mouth and tongue,
Thy Corpfe with torture wrung,
As in the holy Hymn †
Defcrib'd from limb to limb.

+ Cant. v. 10. 3. I b'lieve, in either Hand A piercing Nail did stand; And I believe, my Lord, Thy holy Feet were bor'd; And that another wound Within thy Side was found. 4. I fee in fpirit plain, What from the Side's-wound ran ; I fee the Water gush,

The Blood on Earth's face rush,
As Aaron to be Priest,
Was fprinkled once and bleft.

5. Thou know'ft, O God, that I,
Were I just now to die,
No other Saviour have,
No other wish or crave,
But Jefus, Sinner's Friend,
A Saviour without end.

6. Thank God! that th' holy Ghost
Out of thy breast was lost,
And that thy princely Look
The Shekinah forfook,
First Man! who on us all
Didit op'rate by thy Fall.
7. A happier Lot is mine!
Thou wert fo great and fine;
Yet could thy dazzling mien
Thee from Death's pow'r not screen :
I on a Worm * believe,
And thro' his Grace I live.

* Pf. xxii. 6.

8. While I on Him rely,
I'm sure to stand thereby.
Would Sin henceforth make head?
Like Infects 'tis prefs'd dead,
Which in these mortal days
Would dare my skin deface.
9. If the World's force was join'd,
A poor
Straw's fate 'twould find;
The Spirit's mild foft voice
Would ftrong against it rise;
The world thus in my ears,
A fhatter'd reed appears.
10. If even this World's God,
(A Giant dreadful, proud,
In the Old Testament)
Drew near, and Malice meant;
Yet can't he me down tread :
'Gainft this, provifion's made.
11. How comes it now to that,
That Sin's but like a Gnat?
Who makes th' old Serpent weak?
The World repels fo back?
Nought but, (what I poffefs,)
The poor ones fpecial Grace.
12. Were Adam not foil'd quite,
I'd be in danger yet
Partly myself to choose

My Way, and fomewhere lofe;
So that by God's Decree,
Death fhould return on me.
13. But fo I lay destroy'd,
When me the Saviour spy'd!

He

He call'd to mind his Pain,
Which hands, feet, did fuftain,
The mark in Side impreft,
The Right in his Hands plac'd.

14. His plan he had and knew
Then I of him took View ;
Heard in one moment plain
My endless Blifs and gain:
"Rife from thy blood and filth,
"And do what's for thy health."

15. When thus the Shepherd fpoke,
Short mufing fspace I took;
I fprung upon my feet,
I talted his Love fweet;
My Life was from this time
Deliver'd o'er to Him.

16. When now Sin room would hope,
When me the World would ftop,
Or Satan at me aim;
They find, in vain they came:
"Afk Jefus (fay I bold)
"If you me flave must hold?

17. Long as I've liv'd in grace,
Nor Antichrist got place,
Nor Satan, nor Sin's ill,
(Which I feel round me ftill)
With Chrift to lift their head:
How should they captive lead?

18. And till the Shepherd mild
His Lamb will doom and yield,
That it the wolf may tear;
No Worrying it does fear,
But 'bides fecur'd herewith
From the red Dragon's teeth.

19. Thus in the Warfare now:
The New World shall enfue;
Where each time and degree
In wide Eternity,

Muft aid me fill in this,

The Wounds afresh to kifs.

1.

124.

Wenn krieg ich mein kleid.

WHE

HEN fhall I gain my
Wedding-drefs,

Prepar'd to cloath my nakedness?
That robe fo white, my Lord and
God,

Befprinkled with thy precious Blood.
2. Doft thou referve it, gracious Love,
To fhine and glory in above?
I want it now, without a veft
I cannot be a Wedding Gueft.
3. A garment I myself had gain'd;
A ftaff I had whereon I lean'd:
Which fell, when tried, from out
my hand;

My robe-I burn'd it to a brand.
4. My carnal Staff, my worldly ftay,
Did never folid help convey;
My feeming fair, and self-fpun Drefs
Ne'er cover'd half my nakedness.

126.

Du ewiger abgrund der feligen liebe..

1.

7E bottomlefs depths of God's infinite Love,

By Jefus Chrift to us reveal'd! Its motions how burning, how flaming they prove!

Tho' from man's wisdom quite con. ceal'd.

What doft thou love? Sinners, the

vileft race;

Whom doft thou bless? Children, who curs'd thy grace: O Being moft gracious! whom angels adore,

Thou tak' thy Delight in things worthlefs and poor.

2. But fince thy love's Coun fel de. termin'd once thus, Which gladly would have free effect; With Thanks everlafting, be therefore by us

Its grace enjoy'd in each refpect: We yield our Souls over, with Body join'd,

Here in their tents earthly, to the bleft mind

Of that fo majeftic and deep Love divine,

As Veffels, where thy gentle impulfe may shine.

3.

For fo, for Chrift's fake, he en gages his word,

(He who as Father is made known) Such heavenly treasures to us to

afford,

Which can our Souls adorn and

glafs,

Man,

To all Eternity.

furpass.