39 That as he triumph'd over Sin and Hell, He gave us Right in heav'nly Realms to dwell. 40 And tho' unborn, tho' not in Person there, Yet in that Act of Grace I had my Share; 41 To be a King and Priest was then reftor'd, Priest unto God, o'er Death and Devil Lord. 42 Therefore muft Sin lie vanquifh'd at my Feet,

Thro' Jefu's Blood I must with Vict'ry meet. 43 When on my Ranfom I retiré to think, And in my Saviour's Wounds enamour'd fink 44 Then trembles all the World both small and great,

Nor dare disturb my Meditation sweet. 45 And where's the Wonder? To the World at large,

A Charge long fince is giv'n, a folemn
Charge,

46 Not to awake a Child of Faith that fleeps, Much lefs to fright a Soul that watching

keeps

47 By the Lamb's Side his Sheep lic fafely down,

Fearless as Lions, while the Lamb's their

own.

48 Venture who dare to break that Man's

Repofe,

Who Jefu's Voice to hear, in Stillnefs goes.

49 A New-born Soul how sweet it is to view! How does its Happiness our own renew! 50 On ev'ry Houfe top find us, Lord, a Place, We'll shake to Atoms all Self-righteousness.

CXXVI.

From the German.

"Hanks that God's holy Chrift hath bled
Upon the Crofs in Adam's Stead;

And freed us from th' unhappy Fall:
Thank him for this, ye Sinners all!
2 I'm griev'd no more for Adam's Fall,
To me it brings no Harm at all;
If but the Lamb, who bore my
Smart,
Is painted bright within my Heart:

3 If I but dare rejoice in Faith,

And feed upon my Saviour's Death;
And if, from tafting of his Love,
His Wounds fhall daily sweeter prove.

4 Thanks, that Mankind has fuch a Lamb,
Who freed us from our Curse and Shame ;
Abundant Thanks, that thro' his Blood
All what we loft is now made good.

5 Satan may fret eternally,

To God's dear Son the Lamb I fy,

S

Who

Whom he, for my Misdeeds and Pride,
To his own Lofs has crucify'd.

6 Hell's Gates fhall break, however ftrong,
When of the Lamb one fings a Song ;
Tho' Satan like a Lyon ftood,
He's out of Heart 'fore Jefu's Blood.

7 Permit me therefore, tender Lamb!
To praife and fing, with inmoft Shame,
Of Thy fo bitter Penance here,

Which Thou from Head to Foot didst bear. 8 And that it is moft furely fo,

That Thou, a thousand Years ago,
When on the Crofs they Thee revil'd,
Me with thyself haft reconcil'd.

9 Thy Side's-fhrine now most clearly shew,
The Beauty of each Nail-hole too;
Thy Death my Joy and Pleasure be,
Till I can view eternally.

10 And when thou there fhalt fhew my Heart, How fair, my wounded Lamb! thou art, So will I, with the Sinners Train,

Thank Thee for what thy Blood did gain. 11 And now I beg once more, while here, Make ev'ry Wound exceeding clear, That I thereon my Faith may place, Till I fhall fee Thee Face to Face.

CXXVII.

Hanks to Thy Mercy, dearest Lamb, That I, tho' late, have known thyNames That Things from wifer Minds conceal'd, To me a Babe have been reveal'd!

2 What am I Worm,, or what my Ways,
(To Thee a Rebel all my Days)
That Thou to fuch a Soul hold'st forth
A Treasure of unfathom'd Worth?

3

And can it be these finful Eyes

Have fpy'd where that great Treasure lies, Have been directed to the Ground

Where prefent Bleffedness is found?

4 Well, gracious Lamb, Thy Will be done!
Sinners Thou fav'ft, and I am One:
From this vain World henceforth I part,
And to Thy Service give my Heart.

CXXVIII.

HE Bridegroom is near,
And feeth us here;

TH

His Heart is inflam'd

To us finful Wretches; this makes us afham'd.

2. What are we but Duft,

Slaves once of each Luft?

1

How could we be free,

But by this dear Bridegroom, who bled on the Tree?

And chofe for his own

Us Sinners, before e'er his Love we had known.

4 'Tis moving indeed, That Jefus did bleed; How can it but touch,

That he for vile Rebels fhould fuffer fo much.

5

The Bride of the Lamb

Is cover'd with Shame,
Whenever a Kifs

Or gracious Embracing she feeleth of his.

6 The Bridegroom above

Is nothing but Love ;

And that he was flain,

This moveth the Bride's Heart, to love him

again.

7 My dear Brethren fee,

How frozen were we,

And wand'ring about:

But Jefus did fetch us, and warm us

8 No Threat'nings at all

We heard in his Call;

thro'out.