We kifs the Prints the Nails have made
In both Thy Hands, and both Thy Feet; O Love, dear Love! we fhould be glad, Were ev'ry Day Thy Death more sweet.
CXLVII.
From the German.
No. 1281.
Hou who fo near us art, more near
Than we can well exprefs,
Humbly with Veneration deep
Thy glorious Name I blefs:
In vileness here before Thy Throne
I lie, and fafely feed
On the rich Fulness of that Stream,
Which God's own Son did bleed.
2 This in peculiar Manner now
Cur needy Souls o'erflows;
Now likewife he doth us in him
Lock up, and fast inclose:
The Tryals foon will fhew it plain,
That fure his Flock of Grace
Has been provided well with Strength,
His Teftament to praife.
3 But all our Senfes with his Wounds
So taken up we find,
As nothing but the Lamb's dear Pain
To know or have in Mind:
May Jefus on the Crofs, remain
Our Aim, and fix'd Defire;
And may his bitter Smart eat out
The Ruft of Sin like Fire.
4 O Crofs's People ftill believe!
Be this World's Tumult fled;
Of his blefs'd myftic Body Parts,
Fe chafte to him the Head:
Dead in your Members here on Earth,
Quick only to his Love,
Till after thoufand Victories,
You triumph there above.
CXLVIII.
From the German.
No. 1147.
Hus to her Hufband fpeaks the Bride;
Let me from Thee be well fupply'd
With Incenfe for my Pray'r;
Give me a childlike, chearful Heart,
A burning fteddy Light impart,
Whofe ftronger Flame defies the Air.
2 Give me an inward, lift'ning Ear,
Which may Thy Voice diftinctly hear;
An Eye to view Thee ftill;
Right Priefly Lips to tell Thy Praise ; And Feet, Earth's rugged craggy Ways To traverse, without fearing Ill.
3 Give Hands to blefs inceffantly,
Thy Temple may the Body be,
The Soul Thy Friendship feel,
A Wind of Grace the Spirit chear,
Unknown to all both far and near
Except the Bride, but she can tell.
CXLXIX.
From the German.
No. 20.
HY bleeding Wounds, dear Saviour,
Adeep unfathomable Sea,
Whence Crowds, elfe deftin'd to Despair,
Drink out Salvation ev'ry Day:
This makes each Witnefs loudly call,
Plunge in this Sea, ye Sinners all.
From the German.
No: 1382. v. 1,2,3,5.
HY Eyes, Thy Mouth, Thy Side,
Thy Body crucify'd,
Whereon we build fo fure,
We then shall fee fecure,
And kifs and inly greet
The Prints in Hands and Feet.
2 Till then my Faith fhall view
Thy Eye ftreaks black and blue,
The Clam on Mouth and Tongue,
Thy Corpfe with Torture wrung,
As in the holy Hymn
Defcrib'd from Limb to Limb.
I b'lieve, in either Hand
A piercing Nail did stand;
And I believe, my Lord,
Thy holy Feet were bor'd;
And that another Wound
Within thy Side was found.
4 Thou know'ft, O God, that I,
Were I just now to die,
No other Saviour have,
No other wifh or crave,
But Jefus Sinners Friend,
A Saviour without End.
From the German,
No. 1214.
O God the Holy Ghoft we pray,
Who points us out the Gofpel-Way,
That He thofe precious Gifts bestow,
Which ev'ry thirsty Heart o'erflow,
Since Chrift th' eternal Ransom paid,
When all our Sins on Him were laid.
2 All Glory, Pow'r and Praise is Thine,
Sweet Comforter, who didft incline
Our Hearts, when by the Father drawn,
To hear glad Tidings of the Son;
For what we of Immanuel know,
To Thy Inftructions all we owe.
3 A Stranger Thou to ev'ry one,
Before That Sin to us was fhewn,
Which more than any Crime confounds,
Believing not on Felu's Wounds,
Which full Forgiveness did procure,
Salvation ftedfast and secure.
4 As foon as this Diftrefs we felt,
That Unbelief within us dwelt,
And (owning our loft wretched Cafe)
With Tears from Thee begg'd Faith and
Grace:
Moft kindly Thou didst us receive,
And our diftreffed Hearts relieve.
5 Now let us in Thy School remain,
Till we the Father's Throne attain;
Be to our Souls a faithful Guide,
In Trials fierce with us abide :
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