12 We with the Lamb are fatisfied ; Who knows or feels ought more befide, Belongs not to our Sinner-Choir, The Lamb's the whole of our Defire. 13 In Him we ever have our Fill, And would we foar yet higher ftill To fearch the Godhead's Myfteries, There we can never rest at Eafe: 14 From fuch a Search we turn again, Viewing the Nail -Prints of the Lamb, ; 16 Thank God, that I his Sinner am And And witnefs of our loving Lamb Thro' Heat and Cold, Reproach and Shame 19. Then when his bleffed Will is fo, To call one from this World below ; He flies to Jefu's wounded Breast, Where thofe departed Sinners reft. 20 Now, God in human Flesh reveal'd !. Thou know'ft what's in my Heart conceal'd, And that it's presently inflam'd, Soon as Thy Blood and Wounds are nam'd. 21 O let me ev'ry Hour be found, My God, rejoicing in Thy Wounds} Thy Grace and Blood-bought Righteousness Remain my Strength, my only Dress. 22 My Text within Thy Church shall be TH And own how wonderful the Grace; Let all within us feel his Pow'r, And filent bow before his Face; Who Who feel his Pow'r, his Grace who prove, Serve without Dread, with Rev'rence love. 2 The Lamb is flain, him Day and Night, Th' united Choirs of Angels fing; To Him, enthron'd above all Height, Heav'n's Hoits their noblest Praifes bring, While here poor Sinners join the Song, And praise him with a flamm'ring Tongue. 3 Gladly our own poor Works we leave, Wealth, Honour, Fame, for Thee alone; To thee, our Flesh, Soul, Spirit give, Thy Death hath claim'd them forthy own; We take thee hence to be our Lord, Be thou in ev'ry Heart ador'd. 4 Saviour of Sinners, may thy Blood Our Hearts with Peace and Power fill; Still may we make thy Flesh our Food, Still hear and love thy fovereign Will; Still more to thee united be, By an unfeign'd Simplicity. 5 Thro' Thee we live, for thou haft drown'd Fall proftrate, loft in wonder fall, 6 As Ground, when parch'd with Summer's Heat, Gladly drinks in the welcome Show'r, Catch ev'ry Word, and feel Thy Pow'r, T CXXXV. HE Son of God, what was his Aim 2 His Hope was this, that by His Pain To dwell, their Brother and their Friend. 3 O what Delight did He propofe 4 He went to Heav'n, expecting now Our Hearts would to his Scepter bow; That to His Blood with vaft Refort, N Poor Souls would, come whom Sin had hurt; That by that ftrong and precious Stream, The World from Satan He might claim. 5 All this He juftly might expect: Scarce could His loving Heart fufpect, How ftubborn Souls, tho' bought fo dear, 6 O ye who have not lov'd 1 your Lord, You have kept back his Purchase due, T CXXXVI. From the German. No. 1133. HE Soul of Chrift me fanctify; |