3 Seems this Subject ever new?
Can you give it Praises due ?
Ne'er be weary to proclaim
Jefu's lovely glorious Name.
4 Here alone my Hopes are built;
He alone has bore my Guilt;
He alone my Debt could pay,
Blotting it by Blood away.
5 Did it not to win my Heart
Coft him deep and bitter Smart?
Can the Blood he fhed for me
E'er enough exalted be?

6 Brethren, let us never ceafe
To declare this News of Peace:
Never let us hold our Breath,
Faithful, fervent unto Death.

7 But, my Lamb! Thou doft excel
All that thine of Thee can tell :
Yet our Praife shall never tire,
Ev'ry Day shall raise it higher :
8 While we every Day must fee
Sinners vile are dear to Thee:
While we think on that great Price
Of thy Blood our Sacrifice.

XIV.

From the German,

No. 132. V. 2.

Your own Strength there's nothing done,
We foon are loft and marred;

BY

But there fights for us the right Man,
Whom God himself prepared:
Askeft thou for his Name?
'Tis Jefus Chrift the fame
Who's Lord of Hofts indeed;
And there's no God befide;
He fure must win the Battle.

XV.

C

Hrift crucify'd,
And his dear Bride,

Is all my Joy;

Nought elfe my Thoughts employ.
His Blood has wafh'd me clean

From Sin;

Should he appear,

I'm not in Fear;

My Debts are paid,

And full Attonement made.

2 But till he come

And fetch me home,

Low at his Feet,

With holy Shame I'll fit,

And hearken to his Voice,
Rejoice,

And praise the Name
Of that bleft Lamb,
Who for me dy'd,

And brought me to his Bride.
3 O Lamb, thou know'ft
I could not boast,

I

Of ought I'd done,

'Twas Thy Free-Grace alone, Which fav'd me finful Man

From Pain,

And gave me Place

Among Thy Race,

Where Thou art Head,

Of whom could much be faid.

XVI.

Ome let us join our chearful Songs, With Angels round the Throne; Ten Thoufand Thousands are their Tongues, But all their Joys are one.

2 Worthy

2 Worthy the Lamb that 'dy'd, they cry, To be exalted thus ;

Worthy the Lamb, our Lips reply,
For he was flain for us.

3 Jefus is worthy to receive.
Honour and Pow'r divine;

4

And Bleffings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

The whole Creation join in one,
To blefs the facred Name -

Of Him that fits upon the Throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

XVII.

From the German.
No. 1178.

Ould we Sinners fully tell,

How our Hearts with Rapture fwell,
We'd not fcruple to declare
'Fore the Angels what we share.

2 But our Words can no ways bring
Honour to our Head and King;
All finks therefore to the Deep,
As when Soul and Body fleep.

3 Sing, ye Quires, before his Throne,

While our Hearts with Shame melt down;
Hufband, only Life and Head,

Oh! on us what haft Thou fhed!

4 Spirit of the Churches, reft

1

In Thy Bridegroom's Presence bleft ;
Soul, reflect upon his Love,
Soldier-Flesh, to ferve him move.

XVIII.

From the German.

No. 1370.

Ould but the World its With obtain,

All would to Wreck and Ruin run,
What Jefus by his Paffion won.

2 But let the World oppose and rave,
Its dev'lifh Wifh it ne'er can have ;
That Caufe fhall never fuffer Harm,
Which refts on Jefu's out-ftretch'd Arm.
3 For while our Mafter rules above,
It will each Day more glorious prove;
While He fits down on God's Right-hand,
It muft and will unfhaken ftand.

4 Indeed