"And fealeft us fecure and free 66 "The Church's Temple, Light, and Lamb. I Jefus, CI the poor Sinner's Friend! Did not I fee thy ftreaming Blood I fhould be fad and deep diftrefs'd, When Weakness, Faintings, feize my Flesh, 2 When I do hear the dreadful Voice That Lamb, which for me bled. 3 Oh how tranfcendent is that Grace! 'Tis then indeed, my gracious Lord, It cheers and comforts my poor Soul 4 O give me, Saviour, give me ftill Increase my Faith, each Day in Grace Of Thy dear Wounds and Crofs, No. 1335. Lamb crucified! The Beams of Thy Grace, O how did I long for a Sight of Thy Face! 2 How blind had I been? A mere Slave of Sin; At once there came Light, And rouz'd me from Death, and I knew it not right. I felt fuch a Smart 3 Around my hard Heart, So So flinty, fo proud; And all on a fudden it melted and flow'd. 4 'Twas foon to me clear What Friend I had near ; I could not him see, Yet ftraightway I thought him as fair as could be. 5 My Heart was on Fire With Love's ftrong Defire; It no where could move 6 How was I o'erpower'd! As Jefus now came ? And this e'er my Heart well discern'd his fweet Name. 7 But foon I him knew Wherein He was seen, When he was up-lifted to fave finful Men. 8 His warm holy Blood Stream'd faft from each Wound; To fee which I well nigh funk into the 9 My Need I cou'd feel, And And fuch was my Cafe, As if I too one of his Murderers was. "Sin's, Death's, and my Slave, "To us thou belongeft, and thee we will have." 11 Directly to Thee, That Thou fhou'dft do with me, what 12 I yet was full shy; Yet hop'd ftill that I Thy Spoil fhould be made, That Thou wou'dft be gracious, and foon lend Thy Aid. 13 Then well could I hear Receive thou My Bleffing, ev'n durable 14 Sweet Reft I then had ; And faw Thee right glad All ftudious, my Lamb, To give my Corruptions and Filth to the Flame. 15 So gain'd I choice Meat, Sweet Manna to eat, And Drink that will laft; Whereto, Lamb! Thy ownself Thou fanctify'd haft. 16 Thy red Stream of Blood Death drown'd with its Flood, Thy bleffed Mouth call'd me to be of Thy Train. 17 When Satan efpy'd He fretted and roar'd; I let him fret on, and cleav'd close to my Lord. 18 Now only one Word, Ne'er leave me, my Lord! Thus Light's happy Heir I ftill am, and fhall be. Ο CIII. Lamb! O Lamb! could I behold And keep my Eye ftill fix'd on Thee, The Tempter's Snares, tho' manifold, Could never fright or trouble me ; * John xvii. 19. For |