Upon the Ocean Shore,
Have been the cruel murd'rous Hands
That wounded Thee fo fore.
5 Thy Anguifh, Thy tormenting Pain,
And ev'ry dreadful Woe, s
Thou didst fo willingly fuftain,
My Soul fhould undergo.
6 Thou on Thy Shoulders tak'ft the whole,
To eafe my burthen'd Heart:
· Thou bear'st the Curse, to bless my And heal'ft me with Thy Smart. 7 Thy wondrous Love to evidence, Thou would'st my Surety be; Thyfelf would'st pay my Thereby to fet me free.
8 Thou art Deftruction to the Grave,
Death's Enemy fevere;
That each who was before his Slave,
Might now be fav'd from Fear.
9 My Debt to Thee, dear wounded Love,
Weak Words cannot express;
I cannot here, if there above,
Shew proper Thankfulness.
10 Grant me but this while I am here,
(Since I can nothing give)
Thy Suff'rings in my Heart to bear
And in Thy Death to live.
Ince I can look upon Thee, Lord,
And not diffolve in. Love;
Ofend more Grace like Drops of Rain
Defcending from above.
2 Water my thirsty barren Heart
From Thy pure living Springs;
Shine warm, Thou Sun of Righteoufnefs,
With Healing in Thy Wings.
3 Send gentle Showers, to refresh
The Seed which Thou haft sown:
Then will it bud and bring forth Fruit,
Which will Thy Bleffing own.
4 Fulfil Thy Promife, Lord, to me,
And to my Suit now yield,
Oh! turn Thou me a Wilderness
Into a fruitful Field.
5 Dear Jefus, blow on me the Wind
Of Thy moft holy Spirit,
Keep me inclos'd and cover'd o'er
With Thy fufficient Merit.
From the German.
No. 1308.
Inners! come, the Saviour fee,
S view;
See Him bleeding on the Tree,
See his Heart on Fire for. you !
View a while, then hafte avay,
Find a Thousand more, and fay:
Come, ye Sinners! come with me,
View him bleeding on the Tree.
2 Who would ftill fuch Mercy grieve?
Sinners! hear Inftruction mild,
Doubt no more, but now believe,
Each become a fimple Child;
Artful Doubts and Reafonings be
Nail'd with Jefus to the Tree;
Souls who truly fimple are
Surely fhall the Blessing share.
3 Thro' his Poverty, ye Poor!
All may quickly richer be;
That throws wide Heav'n's Mercy-Door,
Grace's Treafuries makes free;.
Here fecurely take who will,
Each poor Sinner take his Fill,
Rich in Grace hereby commence,
Blush no more for Indigence.
4 They who fearch their Hearts with Care, And the Blame their own confefs,
In the Lamb may have their Share,
To his Wounds have free Access.
They that have been moft in Debt,
Mongft the chiefeft Sinners fet,
Ne'er forget their kind Release,
Best can relish pard'ning Grace.
5 Cover'd with a holy Shame,
Pardon'd Criminals remain:
Yet their Freedom they proclaim,
Their Adoption they maintain.
Trufting in our Righteousness.
Scarce does that begin to cease,
Ceases the tormenting Strife,
All within is Peace and Life.
6 Are you form'd a Creature new ?
Have you prov'd the Cleanfer's Art ?
Can you Chrift in Spirit view,
Purified thro' Faith your Heart? Rife, to meet the Bridegrom go, Mingle with the Virgin Row; Oil you have, and need not fear Tho' this Moment he appear. 7 Thefe move on the narrow Way, Watchful, chearful, free from Toil,
Trim their Lamps from Day to Day,
Adding ftill Recruits of Oil;
Doubly does the Spirit reft
On that happy peaceful Breaft,
Who himself to Praying gives,
Who a Life of Watching lives.
8 Up, go forth to meet the Lamb,
Sleep and Slumber far depart!
Let your Lamps be all on Flame,
Want of Oil will wound the Heart.
Gracious Scepter of our King!
Thee we touch, and Thee we fing,
Under Thy propitious Sway
Live we, grow we ev'ry Day:
Here we learn with inward Shame,
How delightful 'tis and sweet
Thee to ferve, O gracious Lamb!
Willingly Thy Love to meet.
Ours the Fault, we must confefs,
If debarr'd from Happiness ;
Thou wou'dft rather have us be
Hearty, ready, willing, free.
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