Whofe Mercy fhall unshaken stay, Our fcanty Thoughts furpaffes far ; From Condemnation now I'm free While Jefu's Blood, thro' Earth and Skies, 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. my 5 Tho' Waves and Storms go o'er Head, Tho' Strength, and Health, and Friends be gone, Tho' Joys be wither'd all, and dead, Father, Thy Mercy never dies. 6 Fix'd on this Ground will I remain, Tho' my Heart fail, and Flesh decay ; This Anchor fhall my Soul fuftain, When Earth's Foundations melt away, Mercy's full Pow'r I then fhall prove,' Lov'd with an everlasting Love. XC. Dearest Lamb, take Thou my Heart; As I have tafted in Thy Love, As I have found in Thee? 2 If there's a Fervour in my Soul, 3 If Love, that mildeft Flame, can reft Come, gentle Saviour, to my Breaft, ་ 4 My Lord hath feiz'd me with fweet Force His Prize and Purchase juft: This Soul of mine was never made Now the gay World with theach rous Art M 3 I have I have convey'd away that Heart, 6 O'tis in vain to feek for Blifs; And tread on Grace's Ground. 7 'Tis Heav'n on Earth to tafte His Love, 8 Continue ftill Thy Love, my Lamb, XCI. From the German. No. 1052. Friend! be Thou near ; Thou feeft us here United in Heart, O Love, come and blefs us, our Brother Thou art. 2- Soon make us to be Conformed to Thee; "Tis Time, and 'cis right, To bring forth fome Fruit which may yield Thee Delight. 3 We fain would be clean, Right little and mean: Come Fire and come Wind, Confume what or carnal or selfish 4 Thy fi'ry bright Beam Our Hearts fet on Flame; And then as they melt, you find. Thy Image and Seal be immediately felt. 5 O Bridegroom and Friend, Who lov'it without End! Now fend down Thy Fire, And make all within us ev'n burn with Defire. 6 Thy Spirit divine Now inwardly fhine; His Oil on us pour, And thro' all the Soul his fweet Influence fhow'r. XCII. From the German. No 1485 Church God's Fulaefs, * how ■ Ephefians i, 23, Of Of many Troops compos'd, Who of these Limbs is Head, 3 When half the World fhall now Of the Lamb's Blood pure. Sp |