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10. Yet we Are Thine, though difpoffeft,
And Outcafts from the Promis'd Land,
They never have Thy Sway confefs'd,
Or yielded to Thy Juft Command.

11. We, We are call'd by Thy Great Name,
Accept our Plea, Thine Ear incline,
Thine, LORD, we are, renew Thy Claim,
Receive, and feal us ever Thine..

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GOD's Husbandry.

From the German.

IGH on His Everlafting Throne, The King of Saints His Works furveys, Marks the dear Souls He calls His own, And fmiles on the Peculiar Race. He refts well-pleas'd their Toil to fee, Beneath his eafy Yoke they move, With all their Heart and Strength agree In the fweet Labour of His Love.

2. His Eye the World at once looks thro',
A vaft uncultivated Field!
Mountains and Vales, in ghaftly fhew,
A barren uncouth Profpect yield.
Clear'd of the Thorns by Human Care,
A few lefs hideous Waftes are feen,
Yet ftill they all continue bare,

And not one Spot of Earth is Green.

3. See where the Servants of their GoD,
A bufy Multitude, appear,

For JESUS Day and Night employ'd,
His Heritage they toil to clear.

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The Love of CHRIST their Hearts constrains,
And ftrengthens their unwearied Hands,
They spend their Sweat, and Blood, and Pains,
To cultivate Immanuel's Land.

4. Alarm'd at their fuccessful Toil,
Satan, and his wild Spirits rage,
They Labour to tear up and fpoil,
And blast the rifing 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 ftill the Servants of their LORD
Look up, and calmly perfevere,
Supported by the Mafter's Word,

The Adverfe Powers they scorn to fear;
Gladly their happy Work purfue:
The Labour of their Hands is feen,
Their Hands the Face of Earth renew,
Diverfified with chearful Green.

6. Wheree'r the faithful Workers turn,
The Steps of Induftry appear, god
They labour the dry Wood to burn,
They labour with inceffant Care
The Fruits of Sodom to tread down,
To root up each Accurfed Seed,
By Satan, and his Servants fown,
And plant the Gospel in its Stead.:

7. To dig the Ground, they All beftow
Their Lives; from every foften'd Clod
They gather out the Stones, and fow
Th' 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 wifh'd Increafe,
And fends the promis'd Bleffing down:
The Sap of Life, the Spirit's Powers
He rains inceffant from above,
He all His Gracious Fulnefs fhowers,
To perfect their great Work of Love.

9. He profpers all His Servants Toils:
But of Peculiar Grace has chofe
A Flock, on whom His kindeft Smiles,
And choiceft Bleffings He beftows:
Devoted to their Common LORD,

True Followers of the Bleeding Lamb,
By Gop belov'd, by Men abhor'd

And HERNHUTH is the Fav'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 Prieft to ferve His GOD.
With flaming Zeal for CHRIST they shine,
Their Body, Soul, and Spirit give,
TO CHRIST their Goods and Blood refign,
For CHRIST they freely die and lives

11. What can we offer our Good LORD
(Poor Nothings!) for His boundlefs Grace!
Fain would we his Great Name record,
And worthily fet forth His Praife.
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 or'eflow.

12. So fhall our Lives Thy Power proclaim, Thy Grace for every Sinner free,

Till All Mankind fhall learn Thy Name,
Shall all ftretch out their Hands to Thee..
Open a Door which Earth and Hell
May ftrive to fhut, but ftrive in vain:
Let Thy Word richly in us dwell,

And let our Gracious Fruit remain.

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13. Oh! multiply Thy Sower's Seed,
And Fruit we every Hour fhall bear,
Throughout the World Thy Gospel spread,
Thine Everlafting 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.

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It is mine own Infirmity.
Pfalm lxxvii. 10.

AVE Mercy, LORD, Thy Wrath remove, Nor let Thy Judgments weigh me down, I cannot live without Thy Love,

I cannot ftand beneath Thy Frown.

2. Wilt Thou not once Thy Face difplay,
And dart a Ray of Heavenly Light,
Still muft I urge my chearlefs Way,
And mourn thro'out my long-liv'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 fhall I bear this Hell within ?

4. This Unbelief, thefe cruel Fears, Distracting Doubts, and torturing Pain,

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While Thou art filent at my Tears,
Thou fee'ft them ever flow in vain.

5. And must I yield to black Defpair,
In vain on Thee for Mercy call,
Tempted above what I can bear!
And wilt Thou fuffer me to fall!

6. Never again difclofe Thy Face,
Or fhew me the Atoning Blood }
Have I exhaufted All Thy Grace?
Hath GOD forgotten to be Good?

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For ever is Thy Mercy gone,

Thy Truth, and Faithfulness, and Love? Doth angry Juftice rule alone?

Have I no Advocate above?

8. Then pour Thy Vengeance on my Head,
And quench the fmoaking Flax in me,
Break (if Thou canft) a Bruifed Reed,
And caft 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 perifh'd There!

Genefis iii. 15.

I will put Enmity between thee and the Woman, and between thy Sced and her Seed, &c.

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OD of Truth, and Power, and Love,
Father, Friend of All Mankind,

Let on me Thy Spirit move,

Influence my feeble Mind;

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