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,
And childlike afterwards remain,

Viewing the Nail -Prints of the Lamb,
From whence our Free Election came.
15 And would we yet the Father fee,
This only thro' the Son can be ;
Philip he faw him in the Son,
The Partner of his royal Throne.

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16 Thank God, that I his Sinner am
Put all my Selfiflinefs to Shame
While I'm of Jefu's Blood poffeft,
That's it, whereon my Heart fhall reft.
17 Fall with me in this bleffed Mind,
Brethren, and caft all elfe behind;
As Duft before the Saviour keep,
And rightly learn the Sinnership.
18 Then fimply Step by Step proceed,
Where Jefu's Hand your Plan has laid,

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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
Thy Wounds, Thy Sores, and Mifery:
My Text, when to the World I call,
Thy Blood the Ranfom-Price for all.

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And own how wonderful the Grace;

Let all within us feel his Pow'r,

And filent bow before his Face;

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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
Our Hell, our Curfe, our Sins and all
In this unfathomable Sea;

Fall proftrate, loft in wonder fall,
Ye Sinners, for the Lamb is flain,
Who dy'd that we might Life regain.

6 As Ground, when parch'd with Summer's

Heat,

Gladly drinks in the welcome Show'r,
So may we lift'ning at thy Feet,

Catch ev'ry Word, and feel Thy Pow'r,
O let nought in our Hearts remain,
But this great Truth, The Lamb is flain.

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CXXXV.

HE Son of God, what was his Aim
When he did fuffer Toil and Shame?
What Gain or Comfort did he hope,
When he did drink that bitter Cup?
Yea, what sweet Fruit from his Work done
Did he ftill fet his Heart upon ?

2 His Hope was this, that by His Pain
Full many Souls fhould Freedom gain;
Should live in Peace, and Joy, and Love,
Led by his Spirit from above;
Himself amidit them did intend

To dwell, their Brother and their Friend.

3 O what Delight did He propofe
In guarding these from all their Foes;
In filling them with Gifts of Grace,
Unknown before to human Race ;
In fhewing what Improvements cou'd
Be wrought in Sinners by his Blood!

4 He went to Heav'n, expecting now Our Hearts would to his Scepter bow; That to His Blood with vaft Refort,

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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 ill we would our Ranfom treat,
And all His Tenderness forget;

How ftubborn Souls, tho' bought fo dear,
Would never to His Blood draw near.

6 O ye who have not lov'd

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your Lord,
Nor known the Peace His Blood procur'd,
Think with yourselves how great's the Guilt,
That as to you in vain 'twas fpilt:

You have kept back his Purchase due,
Forbad Him to rejoice in you.

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CXXXVI.

From the German.

No. 1133.

HE Soul of Chrift me fanctify;
His Spirit feal me graciously;
His. Body torn with many a Wound,
That make my Soul and Body found!