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to. Did the crucifixion-act,
Hands and feet thro'-pierced,
My poor foul well-nigh diftract,
When to her rehearsed:

11. Yet concerning a good Heart
I might feel fome Preffure ;
For one bath ftill pant with smart,
Where fouls fwim with pleasure !
12. Namely th' absolution sweet
From the fixth great Op'ning.
Mercy, Lord! my full retreat
In this wound be rip'ning.
13. Till I can give kiss for kiss,
I fhall panting aim at
The fruition (full of blifs)

Whom th' Heav'n of Heavens can't contain ;

Thou in a manger ly'ft on hay, Which does the ox and afs fuftain: O myft'ry deep! O hidden way! 2. What caus'd this, I know very well;

"Tis I who made him thus to be! "Twas I who had deferved Hell, My mifery forc'd him down to me: This mov'd th' eternal Love and grace,

Who in the Father's bofom lay, When the due time had taken place, His deep compaffion to display.

3. What off 'ring fhall I bring to thee, Thou dear child born at Bethlehem? Thou who vouchsaf'dst a Man to be,

To fhed blood at Jerufalem; Thou Babe, t' whom angels praises fing,

Of that Heart once maimed.
14. Lo! this Bond änew with thee
Now thy worm resumeth:
Quench the thirst, ye holy Three!
Which my spirit confumeth.
15. Rejoice o'er me, Sire of Chrift!"
In his robe I'm cloathed :
Mother; count me in thy lift,
A heart Chrift-betrothed.

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3. And fucks the honey fweet, be- 3. I own it before ev'ry one quite

fore the goes,

From the recefs of her each lovely

Rofe.

free,

That I could never do, Lamb, without thee;

4. So may I fuck from his each Surely I fhould foon die without thy

pierced hole, The Blood, which life imparts to

fresh and foul,

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6. I many a time his pow'rful blood have felt,

precious And needful Blood, and being ftill fo gracious

To my poor foul.

4. But if thy lovely wounds are to me clear,

And thy faithful Heart's alfo to me

near,

Then I am all happy, chearful and child-like,

So that my heart did even break and My heart is melted quite, and I am

melt.

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worm-like

'Fore thee bow'd down.

I also freedom have thee to con

fefs,

And all my Labour meets with good

fuccefs:

Therefore, Lamb! I beg thee, that thou for ever

Wouldft abide with me thy poor child, and never

6.

I

Depart from me. Thou knoweft very well, my dearest Lamb,

How void of goodness without thee

I am.

know thee and thy wounds, fee them with pleasure, Thou art my God, and thy wounds are my Treasure

2. And then, my deareft Lamb! I7. beg of thee

New Bleffings, and thy grace moft
heartily :.

I want thy Care always, and thy
Heart fo mild,

For thou haft grace enough for
ev'ry poor child

In readiness.

Yet

For all my wants. Therefore, as poor as in myfelf

I am,

I am righteous in my bleeding
Lamb;

At the very fame time, when I am
grieving,

I know I'm his dear heart; for I'm

believing

That I'm in Him.

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And let our mouths be alfo overflowing

10.

Of thy great Love.
And make us full of little chil-
dren's joy,
Like as thyfelf wert once a chearful
Boy;

Let of all our joying, and daily
feeding,
Thy Wounds the Reafon be, and all
thy bleeding

From head to foot 11. Lamb! blefs us ev'ry where, and with us walk,

And always entertain with fuch fweet
Talk

Each fervant or handmaid, as makes

hearts glowing; Like the two brethren's, with whom thou wert going

To Emmaus. 12. And blefs ftill to us our dear fellowship 'Mongst thy Difciples and bleft Sinnership:

Tell us thy Mind plainly; bless ev'ry

motion

Of all thy Meffengers on earth and

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Sure my foul's Anchor may remain ;
The Wounds of Jefus, for my fin
Before the world's foundation flain :
Whofe Mercy fhall unshaken stay,
When heav'n and earth are fled
away.

2. Father, thy everlasting grace
Our scanty thoughts furpaffes far;
Thou melt'ft with Parent's tenderness,
Thy arms of love still open are;
Thy Heart o'er finners can't but
break,

Whether thy grace we flight, or
take. *

3.

* Luke xix. 41.

O Love, thou bottomless abyss! My fins are fwallow'd up in thee; Cover'd is my Unrighteousness, From condemnation now I'm free; While Jefa's Blood, thro' earth and

fkies,

Mercy, free boundless Mercy! cries.
4. With faith I plunge me in this.
Sea;

Here is my hope, my joy, my reft!
Hither, when hell affails, I flee,
I look into my Saviour's Breast:
Away, fad doubt, and anxious fear,
Mercy is all that's written there!

5.

Tho' waves and ftorms go o'er my head,

Tho' ftrength, and health, and friend
be gone;

Tho' joys be wither'd all, and dead;
Tho' ev'ry comfort be withdrawn,
Stedfaft on this my foul relies,
Father, thy Mercy never dies.

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1.ORE his Eyes to be moving, Is real Blessedness Unalterably living

With Him in his recess: Where one no knowledge, power, Defire or Doing fees, But following Him each hour; That is to rest in peace. 2. In Jefu's Friendship chearing, We rife from Sleep each day; No Wrath or Judgment fearing, We walk our deftin'd Way. We eat, drink; thro' affection Could fuffer Hunger too; And under Grace-Direction, One even Course pursue. 3. When we've the Day concluded, We then to reft do go; From Jefus undivided,

We fhut the Senfes to.

In short, one hears, fees, feeleth;
Yet hears, fees, feeleth not:

When ev'n a smart befalleth,

"Tis prefently forgot.

4. Who thro' Chrift's blood Remiffion Of all his fins has gain'd,

And without intermiffion
By Jefus has remain'd,
He's in all Dealings holy,

Scarce can be otherwife :
Lord teach us to walk fully
In the Light of thy Eyes.

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Thou Servant of thy Crofs's train; Our foul's kind Husband thou! We fall down humbly at thy feet, And close embrace them as 'tis meet, As close as Faith's fure arm can do.

2. Weak little Babes 'tis true we are ; Poor finners, but redeem'd and clear; And of that quinteffence, Which from thy Wounds did richly flow,

We all have drank, and feel, and know

The quickning power of God from thence.

3. This the faint's strength and refuge fure,

That our own Doings, vile and poor,

Are not the means to move The Lamb, our dearest Friend thro' blood,

Grace to beftow and every Good; He's wonderfully prefs'd by Love. And now we nothing can reply, But at thy feet astonish'd lie,

4.

And afk, Can't be, God's Son, That thou vile Slaves by birth fhould'ft free,

And, what is more than liberty, Should'ft deftine them a crown and throne?

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From them comes thy Salvation. O! he gives thee

Life and fpirit through his Merit,
And attaches :

To his Heart the vileft Wretches.
2. He brings in Immortality
By his bleft Death upon the tree,

How ftrange and how furprizing Pale death has loft its fting thereby, Hell's fwallow'd up in victory,

Life takes from Death its rifing. Thy life, Lamb's Wife, Is all owing to the flowing Of his red Blood;

Thou wert loft, and therefore bled God.

3. My God! and couldft thou die

for me,

So poor and worthlefs tho' I be !

I cannot prove it Reason :
I thank thee for thy Torments all,
And at thy Feet I Sinner fall,

Whom thou'st led out of prison. O Lamb! thy Fame

Muft once cover th' earth all over,
That loft Sinners.

Soon may know thy five Blood rivers. 4. What fhall one fay of fuch a Lamb!

One weeps, and finks with inward Shame,

Feeling one's felf fo wretched, And viewing at the fame bleft time The guiltlefs Lamb for finners crime On Crofs's wood outstretched.

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To no danger he's expofed.

6. Ye finners all, come to the Lamb! Don't force yourselves into a Frame, But blind and miferable

As you may find yourfelves, fo come! Within his bleeding wounds there's Room;

He's willing, and he's able
To fhew to you

Grace and Favour; as a Saviour
You will find him,

Do but of his wounds remind him.

7. One rests so easy and so well In the dear Wounds, no tongue can tell

What Peace and joy one feeleth; One is fo fafe, that all the World Could fooner be to th'abyfs hurl'd, · Than he difturb'd, who fleepeth Calmly, fafely

In the fortress of the Side's Space: May I ever

Dwell therein, and go out never!

8. Quite, quite enamour'd I must be, If I fhall bring Delight to thee;

Thy Heart's blood me must cover, And make and keep me warm always; In my heart there must be no place

Which Blood don't fill all over.

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