With Light and Glory, as Thou wilt;
Yea, all Thy Will be done.

6 Thy Child fo minded ever keep;
Let me know nought befide,

But Chrift the flaughter'd King of Light,
But Jefus crucify'd.

7 Let me to Thee in all my Wants
Childlike still closer fly,
In all my Course regarding still
The Beck of Jefu's Eye.

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3

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CXLIV.

Hou Saviour my good Shepherd art, Thy Voice, dear Lord, I know: For Thou haft laid down Thy own Life, To fave me from deep Woe.

When I was loft and far had ftray'd

Into a Defart wild;

Thou didst me feek and bring back fafe,

With tender Mercy mild.

When I was broken and Heart-fick,
Thou pitiedit my Pain,

Thou boundest up, and ftrengthnedst me,
And gav'ft me Health again.

4 Thou didst me lead and gently tend,
And feed in Pafture good:

And

And brought 'It me to the living Stream
Of Thy most precious Blood.

5 Thy Blood! O charming Sound to me
Thy poor and helplefs Sheep;

Thy Blood's my fure Defence by Day,
My Shelter when I fleep.

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CXLV.

From the German.

No. 1025.

Hou Soul's best Friend, Thou ten-
der Heart,

Who full of Love by Nature art,
Who ever can prefume to fay

He lov'd, ere Thou hadft fhewn the Way?
Who e'er could boaft his Heart was in a Flame,
Before the Bridegroom woo'd, and overcame?
2 One well may wonder at fuch Love,
All that is in us well may move,
To think, how One fo good and great,
So holy, happy and compleat,

Should pant and burn to fave loft Men from Hell,

Who only know to hate him, and rebel.

3 Our Enmity's the only Thing

That we to move thee, Lord,can bring ;'

This forc'd thee from thy throne above, Even to Death This made Thee love. Sweet Lord! how Kingly doth Thy Grace

appear;

O what a Master-piece of Love is here!

4

What coldest Hearts can chufe but burn,
When to thy Love's ftrong Fire they turn?
Yes, they muft feel a kindling Ray,
Diffolve in Tears and melt away.

Dear Lamb! thy Love is fuch an endless Store,
The Wit of Man muft filently adore :
5 But yet, the fimple Babes delight
To prattle of it Day and Night:
Poor Sinners to defcribe it know,
All who continue fmall and low,
Who both themselves, and Thy kind Influ-
ence feel,

Thefe of their Lamb can pleafing wonders tell. 6 However weak and helpless we, However pow'rful Sin may be,

Our Strength is, Thou haft call'd and woo'd

And chofen us, when void of Good; Hence we believe we never need to yield, But leave it to our Lamb to gain the Field.

Yes, yes, thou faithful watchful Heart,
Thou ever lov'ft to take our Part;
Thou know'ft Thy own to shelter ftill

In ev'ry Danger, ev'ry Ill,

Tho' Beelzebub, with all his hellish Band,
Together join, and all against Thee ftand.
8 And now our All (this be Thy Name;
Since all the Titles we can frame,
Thy Nature never can explain,
Or rightly to the Mark attain :

No Wit of Man this Point can farther drive,
Than to give o'er, not fee, believe, and live)
9 See! we fall down (but not thro' Fear,
As if the Wrath of God was near;
No, thro' Thy Love's attracting Flame,
We fink quite melted into Shame)
Before the Throne, where Thou, dear flaugh-
ter'd Love,

In Glory fitt'ft, ador'd by all above:

९

10 Reach out Thy Scepter, King of Love,
Let us Thy Royal Favour prove,
Its Point to us-ward ever turn,

Grant us a Touch, and make us burn : The Heart thus warm'd, the Mouth to speak will know,

Th' obedient Eye will learn to overflow.

CXLVI.

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CXLVI.

From the German.

No. 1072.

Hou, who with Sinners smitten art, Who doft to Sinners friendly prove, We now draw near to view Thy Heart, That Heart, which burns and melts with Love.

We (God for ever be ador'd)

Of that thrice happy Order are,

For whom Thou chiefly *, gracious Lord, The Scourge,the Thorns, the Crofs didft bear.

;

2 Come then amongst us, Sinners Friend!
We bind ourselves for ever Thine
For Thee our Lives engage to spend,
United in Thy Love divine.

3

Stir, Lord, that we may feel Thy Pow'r,
In Spirit when we Service yield;

And let us here and evermore,

With Seraphs holy Fires be fill'd.

Come hold a Love-feaft with us, Lord!
Thy Flesh and Blood the Dainties be;
One Look into Thy Wounds afford;
There let us our Election fee!

* 1 Tim. iv. 10.