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CXXI.

· From the German.

N°. 1080.

Inners Redeemer whom we inly love, Father of thine below, and thine above, Brother of Worms who earthly Veffels bear, Bridegroom of happy Souls who fimple are! 2 O! let us Day by Day with Rapture feel, What Grace, what Love is, what Thy Spirit's Seal,

What fervent Zeal that prudently afpires,
What heav'nly Drawings, what Seraphick
Pires!!

3 A manly Spirit too, dear Lord, impart ;
A Face anointed, and a glowing Heart:
Let all our Members Ipeak forth holy
Shame,

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And inward Life and Chearfulness proclaim!

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CXXII.

Mall might it feem, if Chrift above
Me for His Servant had, or no,

Me who of little Ufe could prove :
But now I fee it is not fo.

2 He once hath fhed his Blood for this, A Family of Souls to gain;

Of thefe, tho' mean, if he fhould mifs, His Toil, His Death would be in vain. 3 'Tis in poor Men he has defign'd His Gifts and Works to bring to Light; If none t' accept them are inclin'd, It puts a Stop to his great Might. 4 With an old Foe he is at Strife,

Who hath feduc'd the human Race; That Foe prevails, where Unbelief Poffeffion holds, and Chrift where Grace. 5 Thus 'tis no longer a small Point,

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That I my Heart to Chrift fhould give ; His Vict'ry, Purchase, Praise are in't, And the chief Joy he can receive.

CXXIII.

Uch who themfelves have known the
Lamb,

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Commend his quick'ning Blood, Inviting others to the fame,

Which they have found fo good.

z Those who ne'er drank of living Streams, Describe not Jefus well;

They paint him not with Mercy's Beams, But Terrors brought from Hell.

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3 Revenge was never in Thy Heart,
Nor Fury in Thy Mind,

Thy Nature, Lord (not Man's Defert)
Compells Thee to be kind.

4 Believe or not, Chrift is the fame;
His Love cannot expire:

But when we view that facred Flame,
Our frozen Hearts take Fire.

5 May all, who fpread Thy Gofpel's Fame, Jefu, in Thee abide,

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A flaughter'd Saviour still proclaim,
And nothing know befide.

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CXXIV.

Each me yet more of Thy bleft Ways,
Thou flaughter'd Lamb of God!

And fix and root me in the Grace
So dearly bought with Blood.

2 O tell me often of each Wound,
Of ev'ry Smart and Pain ;
And let my Heart with Joy confess
From hence comes all my Gain.
For This, O may I freely count
Whate'er I have but Lofs;
And ev'ry Name and ev'ry Thing
Compar'd with This, but Drofs.

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4 Anfwer me, tender gracious Lamb,
Why didft Thou die for me?
Me full of Sin and void of Worth!
The Caufe was all in Thee!
5 Thy loving Heart could never bear
To fee me bleeding lie,

To see me fall a Prey to Death;
Thyfelf would't rather die.

6 Ingrave this deeply in iny Heart
With an Eternal Pen,

That I may, in my

fmall Degree,

Return Thy Love again.

7 But who can pay that mighty Debt,
Or equal Love like Thine?

Thou wert, when forely wounded Thus
A Perfon all Divine.

8 O rather give me daily mòre,
More ev'ry Hour to fee,
That Thou a bounteous Giver art,
I must a Debtor be.

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CXXV.

From the German.
No. 1282.

Each us, O Lord! thy Crofs's Mystery;
Yes, our fincere Requeft fhall granted
be.

2 What coft Thee Life, Blood, Death, ftrong Cries and Tears,

The fame remains nor waxes old by Years; 3 Thy pow'rful Word o'er Walls and Ramparts flies,

Out-lafts (Thyfelf haft faid) both Earth and Skies.

4 Who to His Blood shall Bounds and Limits give?

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His Flock, yea all the World may drink and live.

Who can produce a Time, a Day, an Hour, This Blood may not exert vindictive Pow'r? 6 'Tis no light Matter, when the Souls that lie

Beneath the Altar, Vengeance! Vengeance!

cry,

7 Tho' 'bove a thousand Years they thus have cried :

(Patience divine! how long wilt Thou be

tried)..

8 If by the Fiend this Cry can't be withstood, Much less the rufhing Stream of Jefu's Blood.

9. But hark! what Cry doth from the Saviour burst?

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