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Das ill mir fonnen-klar.

O

1. To me 'tis a clear cafe,

That I my Saviour's was

From my first Infancy;
This by his calls I fee,
And Drawings all along,
Frequent, diftin&t and ftrong.
2. This too to me is clear,
That I no parting fear,
That thro' his Mercy free
His I fhall ever be ;
Nothing fhall us divide;
I know for me he dy'd,

3. This makes me fink for fhame,
Since I so worthless am ;
Down in the duft I flow!
Lamb, keep me ever low;
Thou art my only Chief,
In whom is my Belief.

94.

Dem blut'gen Lamme.

foul.

3. How very weak I am,
My Saviour well can fee,
And how exceeding fhort I fall,
Of what I ought to be:
Compaffionate High-Prieb,
To thee I must appeal;
My numberless Infirmities
O kindly hafte to heal.
4. In his most precious Blood
He washes out my Stains,
Which trickles healing on my
Out of his open'd Veins;
It is his daily care,
His helpless Sheep to feed;
To purify their spotted Souls,
And tend and gently lead.
5. My gracious loving Lord!
When I begin to think,
How thy impatient yearning Zeal,
From Sin and Hell's dark brink
Hath me deliver'd fafe,

And with fuch tender Art;
And how thy fweet Almighty Blood,
Fill'd and weigh'd down my heart:
6. I fink beneath thy feet,

Amaz'd at Grace fo free; But foon I recollect myself, And afk, how can it be, That Sinners bafe and vile Should be fo greatly lov'd, Why fo much Trouble ftill have giv'n,

And fo unfaithful prov'd? 7. Me thy all-feeing Eye

Has kept with watchful care, The trueft Pains and Tending kind O! never didft thou spare: This makes me firmly trust, Thou'lt lead me farther ftill; And guard me fafe throughout the Way

That leads to Sion's Hill.

8. Thou haft, me finner poor

Snatch'd to thy Heart in hafte, With tend'reft mercy fetch'd me home, And grav'n me on thy Breaft;

Who,

Who, under a deep fenfe Of all thou doft bestow, Can chuse but fink in Thankfulness, And even melt and flow? 9. O glorious King of heav'n! A little piece of Duft

Is not efteem'd too fmall and mean, To be thy Friend in trust.

"Tis true thy Love's too great, To be by us conceiv'd; By fuch as unexperienc'd are, Too great, to be believ'd. 10. Therefore, my deareft Lord! I give my Heart to thee; Altho' uneafy or in pain, Still wholly thine I'll be: My Bufinefs then is this, (O may I it fulfil !) Thee to exalt with all my strength, To eye thee only ftill.

95.

1. My dear Saviour, when thy

cares,

Thy Toil for me I read ; My eyes run o'er with grateful tears, And I bow down my head.

2. What am I, Lord! that thou fo much

Didft love and value me? Vile duft am I, and yet for fuch

Thou bar'ft thy Mifery.
3. How great a mystery and deep
Is this, my loving God!
That thou to fave a vile loft Sheep
Didst shed thy Tears and Blood.
4. O! this endears thy wounds to me,
This makes me prize thee fo,
Because thou on the fhameful Tree
My Curfe did't undergo.

5. I cannot hearken to thy word,
Or read thy hift'ry sweet,
But a deep Senfe of my flain Lord
O'ercomes me at thy feet.

* Jer. xxxi. 20.

9. Still be thy wounds to me more dear,

More precious ev'ry day,
Till I at thy pierc'd feet appear
Dreft in thy bright Array.

10. Then proftrate will I fall before
That Body, Lord, of thine;
With blood and wounds once cover'd
o'er,

Yet finlefs and divine.

11. My lips fhall then fincerely kifs Thy wounds and ev'ry Scar? And grateful will I fay," My bliss "I poorest dust found here." 12. While ev'ry angel, throne and pow'r,

Thy boundless Merit founds, I'll fing, and thankfully adore My Saviour and his wounds.

But only to thy blood? What can make clean this finful heart?

Nothing but that pure Flood.

3. I thank thee for that grace and Light,

Which fhew me what I am : I thank thee too for all I know Of Thee, thou bleffed Lamb. 4. True, 'tis but little that I know

Of Thee, and what thou art; But be thou pleas'd to teach me more,

And fill with love my heart.

5. Come join with me, Companions dear,

No longer rob the Lamb:
But let us give to him our hearts,

Because for them he came.
6. Him we may love and love again,
Nor can we e'er exceed,
Since out of burning love to us
He was content to bleed.

Of thy moft precious blood.

5. Thy blood, O charming found to

So grievously oppreffed: This fight can break my heart in tears, Yet give me Boldness to draw near, Tho' I be ne'er fo wretched :

I there take share

I.

ΙΟΙ.

Menn ich denk' wie Gottes Lamm.

HENI think, how God's

When I enter

In the Wounds, that happy center. 4. Nothing can e'er disturb that heart,

That's a Crofs-Mystery Convert,

And in the wounds is bury'd.
Therein it refts fo calm and sweet,
Its happiness is quite compleat,

And thro' all Straits 'tis carry'd.
What grace and peace
They're enjoying, who relying
On the Saviour,

There have found their reft for ever!

Of his Spirit,

And my Portion to inherit.

WHEN

Full of scars and bruises, Muft on Crofs's tree exclaim With fuch moving noises;

2. How the fiercest pow'rs of Hell, Not as yet fubjected, Prefs'd on our Immanuel,

And his flesh affected;

3. How th' eternal highest Good
Once did catch at fuccour,
As the flowing Stream of blood
Drain'd him of his vigour ;

4. How the God, whom 'fore all Time

Robes of Glory vailed, Without rag to cover him,

Hung in open day-light; 5. And what then that chafteft Heart Surely felt of torment, While my luft did fend its Smart Thro' him like a ferment; 6. Then my poor heart does full oft Weep within my body:

I believe with love most foft
On this Husband bloody.

clear,

And I be loft and buried there,

Thankful for my election; Whatever may befal the Bride, With her I wish yet to abide Always in clofe Connection: My Heart take part, Interceding for the spreading Of thofe blefs'd founds

Of the Lamb's fo purple-red wounds.

And the Side's incifion,

Scourge-Marks, (which no number ftints,)

Wound of Circumcifion,

8. And what farther wounds there are,
In the Heart do glifter,
And all foreign lights by far
Sweetly over-matter!

9. But the cafe, I find, is fo,

Dearest fellow-finners! Did I flame with no small glow, T'wards his wounded Members;

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