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10. Yet we Are Thine, though difpoffeft,
And Outcafts from the Promis'd Land, They never have Thy Sway confess'd,
Or yielded to Thy Just Command. 1. We, We are callid by Thy Great Name,
Accept our Plea, Thine Ear incline, Thine, LORD, we are, renew Thy Claim,
Receive, and seal us ever Thine.
From the German.
Ich on His Everlasting Throne,
The King of Saints His Works furveys, Marks the dear Souls He calls His own,
And smiles on the Peculiar Race. He refts well-pleas'd their Toil to see,
Beneath his easy Yoke they move, With all their Heart and Strength agree
In the sweet Labour of His Love.
2. His Eye the World at once looks-thro,
A vaft uncultivated Field!
A barren uncouch Prospect yield.
A few less hideous Waltes are seen, Yet still they all continue bare,
And not one Spot of Earth is Green. 3. See where the Servants of their GOD,
A busy Multitude, appear,
The Love of Christ their Hearts constrains,
And strengthens their unwearied Hands, They spend their Sweat, and Blood, and Pains,
To cultivate Immanuel's Land.
4. Alarm'd at their successful Toil,
Satan, and his wild Spirits rage, They Labour to tear up and spoil,
And blast the rising Heritage. In every Wilderness they fow
The Seed of Death, the Carnal Mind, They would not let One Virtue grow,
Or leave One Seed of Good behind.
5. Yet still the Servants of their LORD
Look up, and calmly persevere, Supported by the Master's Word,
The Adverfe Powers they scorn to fear; Gladly their happy Work pursue :
The Labour of their Hands is seen, Their Hands the Face of Earth renew,
Diversified with chearful Green.
6. Wheree'r the faithful Workers turn,
The Steps of Industry appear, They labour the dry Wood to burn,
They labour with incessant Care The Fruits of Sodom to tread down,
To root up each Accursed Seed, By Satan, and his Servants fown,
And plant the Gospel in its Stead.
7. To dig the Ground, they All bestow
Their Lives; from every foften'd Clod They gather out the Stones, and, fow
Thi Immortal Seed, the Word of God They water it with Tears and Prayers,
They long for the returning Word, Happy, if All their Pains and Cares
Can bring forth Fruit to please their LORD
8. Jesus their Toil delighted fees,
Their Industry vouchfafes to crown, He kindly gives the wish'd Increase,
And sends the promis' Blessing down;
He rains inceffant from above,
To perfect their great Work of Love. 9. He prospers all His Servants Toils :
But of Peculiar Grace has chose
And choicest Blessings He bestows:
True Followers of the Bleeding Lamb, By God belov'd, by Men abhor'd
And HERNHUTH is the Fay'rite Name!
10. Here many a Faithful Soul is found,
With Myftick Power of Love endu'd, Full of the Light of Life, and crown'd
A King,' and Priest to serve His God.
Their Budy, Soul, and Spirit give,
For CHRIST they freely die and live 11. What can we offer our Good LORD
(Poor Nothings!) for His boundless Grace! Fain would we bis Great Name record,
And worthily set forth His Praise. Dear Object of our growing Love,
To whom our more then All we owe, Open the Fountain from above,
And let it our full Soul orelow:
12. Só Thall our Lives Thy Power proclaim,
Thy Grace for every Sinner free,
Till All Mankind shall learn Thy Name,
Shall all stretch out their Hands to Thee. Open a Door which Earth and Hell
May strive to shut, but strive in vain: Let Thy Word richly in us dwell,
And let our Gracious Fruit remain.
13. Oh! multiply Thy Sower's Seed,
And Fruit we every Hour shall bear, Throughout the World Thy Gospel spread,
Thine Everlasting Truth declare ; We All in Perfect Love renew'd
Shall know the Greatness of Thy Power, Stand in the Temple of our God
As Pillars, and go out no more,
It is mine own Infirmity.
Pfalm lxxvii. 10.
Ave Mercy, LORD, Thy Wrath remove,
I cannot live without Thy Love,
I cannot stand beneath Thy Frown. : 2. Wilt Thou not once Thy Face display,
And dart a Ray of Heavenly Light, Still must I urge my chearless Way,
And mourn thro’out my long-Niv'd Night?
3. Lo! in my Prayer. I ever mourn,
Vext with the fad Remains of Sin, Broken, and bruis'd, and rack'd, and torn;
How shall I bear this Hell within ?
4. This Unbelief, these cruel Fears, Diffracting Doubts, and torturing Pain, C3
While Thou art silent at my Tears, 823
Thou fee'i them ever flow in vain.
5. And must I yield to black Despair,
In vain on Thee for Mercy cali, Tempted above what I can bear!
And wilt Thou suffer me to fall !
6. Never again disclofe Thy Face,
Or fhew me the Atoning Blood } Have I exhausted AH Thy Grace?
Hath God forgotten to be. Good ? 7. For eyer is Thy Mercy gone,
Thy Truth, and Faithfulness, and Love? Doth angry Justice rule alone ?
Have I no Advocate above?
8. Then pour Thy Vengeance on my Head,
And quench the smoaking Flax in me, Break (if Thou canft) a Bruised Reed,
And cast me out who come to Thee.....
9. Jesu, I come my Doom to meet,
A Sinner whom Thou wilt not fpare : But I will perish at Thy Feet,
The first that ever perish'd There!
Genefis iii. 15.
I will put Enmity between thee and the Woman,
and between thy Sced and her Seed, &c.
OD of Truth, and Power, and Love,
Father, Friend of All Mankind,