to. Did the crucifixion-act, 11. Yet concerning a good Heart 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. Peace upon earth, good-will to men;' To whom the wife men humbly bring Their gifts, tho' thou appear fo 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, 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. 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 I want thy Care always, and thy For thou haft grace enough for In readiness. Yet For all my wants. Therefore, as poor as in myfelf I am, I am righteous in my bleeding At the very fame time, when I am I know I'm his dear heart; for I'm believing That I'm in Him. = And let our mouths be alfo overflowing 10. Of thy great Love. Let of all our joying, and daily From head to foot 11. Lamb! blefs us ev'ry where, and with us walk, And always entertain with fuch fweet 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 Sure my foul's Anchor may remain ; 2. Father, thy everlasting grace Whether thy grace we flight, or 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. Here is my hope, my joy, my reft! 5. Tho' waves and ftorms go o'er my head, Tho' ftrength, and health, and friend Tho' joys be wither'd all, and dead; 1.9 FOR 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; 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 Scarce can be otherwife : + Hymni. 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? concil'd, re From them comes thy Salvation. O! he gives thee Life and fpirit through his Merit, To his Heart the vileft Wretches. 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 : Whom thou'st led out of prison. O Lamb! thy Fame Muft once cover th' earth all over, 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. 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 Grace and Favour; as a Saviour 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. |