5 So may it in our Cafe, Thro' ev'ry Time and Place 6 Yea, this let all Men own, Spirit, Soul and Limb, 7 That not their thund'ring Sound Of that Blood divine. 8 Thou then, God's Fulnefs, fo What Spoils the Crofs fhall win, Till the Sum is full. 9 Lord Chrift, Thy Blood fo fhed, 10 may we fafe and well XCIII. From the German. N°. 1029. A Marriage HYMN, glorify'd Head! May Mortals then tread The holiest of all, And there 'fore the Ark of the Covenant fall? 2 Then write us to-Day A Pafs for our Wa ay, With Blood of the Lamb, For For us, who delight in Thy Seal and new Name. 3 Now open the Book, Affift us to look And awfully read The Rights that relate to the conjugal Bed. 4 Thou heavenly Friend! 5 We're met for that End, Thyfelf, gracious Mafter! be pleas'd to appear. The first God-like Man, Who Marriage began, In Purity fhone, Was happy and perfect, but only alone. 6 To him Thou all-kind An Help meet wouldft find; And mad'ft of one Whole 1 Two Parts to be one both in Body and Soul. 7 Thy Will he obey'd, Afleep was he laid; A Rib didft Thou take, And thus from his Body a Woman didft make. 8 That State did from hence Moft facred commence, Soon join'd them in Eden by folemneft Tye. 9 Where 9 Whenever they treat Of th' conjugal State, Chrift's Servants agree, That Marriage both awful and spotless fhall be. 10 How ftrict in it's Day An Iffue, defil'd both the Camp and the ii We alfo may trace, What shameful Disgrace Uncleannefs there brought On th' loer and Him that approach'd without Thought. 12 To be faithful and true From each is ftill due ; God's Temple whoe'er Defileth, has Reafon Deftruction to fear. 13 O Bridegroom and Friend! T' our Prayers attend; Now fill us with Grace, Which beams all enliv'ning and sweet from 14 Our Hearts draw in Love Anointing Anointing and fweet'ning our Blood may we find. 15 From what we have heard, Thy Mind hath appear'd, Give's Hearts to observe, 1 And ne'er from the Limits of Purity swerve. XCIV. glorious Saviour, King of Souls, Thy Arm prepares my Way, Thy Eye 2 That faithfull Love, which o'er Mankind With bleeding Pity yearn'd, And now to fave and gather Souls Perhaps this Love has feen ev'n me And marks Thy Servant's Name, Work, Within Thy Houfhold-Book. 3 O! in that happy Rank to stand, Who fimply ferve Thy Will, |