And thank his Grace which led me fafe

Where lory fhines around.

10 O keep me ever at Thy Feet,

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A ranfom'd Slave by Blood;
There's nothing elle will melt my Heart
Like that red ftreaming Flood.

MA

LXXVIII.

From the German.

No. 1531.

AY Jefu's Blood and Righteousness
Fill and adorn this Dwelling-place :
Thus thall it ftand before the Throne,
And every Church its Glory own.

2 Speak that the Sinner's Happiness
May hourly fill our Hearts with Peace ;
And teach each Soul what Light abounds,
And fparkles from Thy gaping Wounds.
3 That thofe, who fet at nought Thy Name,
Nor will partake. Thy Grace's Flame,
Thro' fuch a Cloud of Witneffes,

4

May learn how thou canst Sinners blefs.

That the whole World yet void of Grace,
Which holds Thy Crofs as Foolishness,
And ftiles Thy Honour Infamy,

May feek to know this Myltery.

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5 That

5 That this united Flock may fee,

And mark that Peace, that Liberty,

Which thro' Thy Blood, Thy Death, Thy

Smart,

Is fix'd and rooted in their Heart.
6 That every Meeting-hall around
With free electing Grace may found,
Snewing how we the Son may kiss,
Who the whole World's Redeemer is.

7

How we draw near the Father's Throne,
With nought to plead but Shame alone:
Yet chearful in our Shame and glad,

Since Jefus all the Debt has paid:

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8 And this is what the Saviour pleads, While with his Sire he intercedes: "Thefe gav'ft Thou me my proper Spoil, "Thefe Souls remind Me of My Toil

9

"Herewith I ever am reviv'd,

"That once a Man of Grief I liv'd;
"That to redeem thefe Souls from Chains,
"I bore Death's agonizing Pains...

10 This moves the Father's tender Heart,
Mindful of his Beloved's Smart;
With thousand Joys he makes them his,
And gives each Soul the pard'ning Kifs.
11 O that, above this chofen Ground,
The op'ning Heav'ns may flame around,

That

That thousand thoufand Hearts may feel Thy pard'ning Blood, thy Spirit's Seal. 12 This were indeed our Heart's Defire, -This fhall in all our Work infpire

Our fainting Breafts with Chearfulness, And bring Thy Church a large Increase. 13 Mean while be honour'd and ador'd, Father of Mercies, God the Lord! That Thou haft not withheld Thy Son, Who now partakes Thy Royal Throne 14 Thou inwardly beloved Heart,

Thou Man of deep unheard of Smart! We praife Thee for Thy Grace bestow'd, And for thy Garment ftain'd with 'Blood. 15 Moft worthy Spirit, Thee we know, And at Thy Footftool lowly bow, As one who on the Heart wilt prefs, Till it partakes the Saviour's Grace.

16 We wifh in this thy School to hear,

How from Thy Throne Thou wilt declare
And tell the Souls of Jefu's Grace,
Whene'er Thy Prefence fills the Place.

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LXXIX.

From the German./
No. 1364.

Oft worthy Spirit, Guide of Jefu's
Train,

Who doft Thyfelf its Minifters ordain;
Hear Thy helpless Servants

That now invoke Thee,

Of whom not One would willingly provoke

Thee,

Thou tender Heart.

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2 Caft your Eyes round about both far and

near,

How doth the Glory of the Lord appear!
See of little Churches

A Portion double,

Gladly fubmitting to the Crofs's Trouble,

Hallelujah. 3 What fhall I fay now to my gracious Lord? What fweet reflections doth his love afford! Holy feven Spirits,

Find Lamps, then take them, Fill them with Oil, add Holy Fire, and make them

Bright round the Lamb.

4 Hafte

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Hafte to

pour out thyself, O Stream of Life! Break thro' each Hindrance, drown all uselefs Strife:

Heal Thou by Thy Unction

Souls faint and Grieving,

That creep directly to the Crofs believing,

As Thou art wont.

5 Since I dare do this, how with I to be A faithful Servant quice refign'd to Thee! How, to feel Thy Prefence

Each Day more healing, And the poor Sinner's conftant happy Feeling

The Holy Shame!

6 I wish to Jefu's Flock, fo us'd to Smart, Frequent tranfporting Looks into his heart: Let his Heart o'er the Children

Now with us going,

With Joy unspeakable be overflowing,

LXXX.

O Holy Ghoft!

From the German.

11 und ni N°• 1172.

Y dearest Saviour! caft an Eye
Down from thy high majestic Throne ;
Ja tanks iga 19
woki gulabilen y

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