Thy Witness to our Spirits bear,
"My Refidence, my Temple's here."
6 The heav'nly Father's sweetest Name
Sweetly in ev'ry Heart proclaim;
Let Abba foon, the childlike Cry,
As Echo to that Voice reply;
Th' eternal WORD fill up the Soul;
And for Thy Dwelling fit the Whole.
From the German.
N° 1000.
O Jefus all our Soul directed is,
We now have bound ourselves for ever
His.
O! he hath drawn us with the Cords of Love,
His fatisfying Sweetness now we prove.
2 He dips us in the Blood and Water-ftream,
We tafte theHoney, find a light'ning Beam:
He hath deferv'd us, free ourfelves we give ;
He hath redeem'd us, to him will we live.
He was our Surety, he retriev'd our Lofs,
Blefs'd Founder of the Order of the Cross;
He leads us now, as once old Ifrael's Race,
Who can recount the Wonders of his Grace?
4 Lord, we would hate ourselves for Love to
And on matureft Thought thy Servants be;
Only Thy Influence with Power fhed,
And all our Enemies fhall be as Bread.*
From the German.
N° II42.
O me 'tis a clear Cafe,..
That I my Saviour's was
From my firft Infancy;:
This by His Calls I fee,
And Drawings all along,
Frequent, diftinct and itrong.
This too to me is clear,
That I no Parting fear,
That thro' his Mercy free
His I fhall ever be ;
Nothing fhall us divide;
I know for me he dy'd.
3 This makes me fink for Shame,
Since I fo worthless am;
Down in the Duft I flow
Lamb, keep me ever low;
Thou art my only Chief
In whom is my Belief.
From the German.
No. 1241.
O fuch the King will give a Kifs of
Love,
Who, at a Lofs which Way to turn or move, Fly to a private Place,
And cry for a new Spark of Grace.
2 On fuch the King his Bleffing will confer, Who, when they meet a faithful Labourer, Afford Him Honour due,
Respect and Love fincere and true.
3 To fuch the King will grant Protection meet, Who love to fit in Silence at his Feet, And fay, "Alafs! O Love,
Who fhall the heavy Stone remove?"
4 To fuch the King will deign His Teaching
Who gladly liften to the meanest Child,
And chearfully allow
They Learners are, and little know.
From the German.
No. 1365.
O the Lamb ftain'd with Blood,
Who for my Sin and Need,
Upon the ignominious Tree
To Death Himfelf did bleed;
To the blefs'd Prince of Life,
Who felt fuch racking Smart,
While the whole World's collected Sin
Transfix'd and tore his Heart:
2 To him I wholly give..
Myfelf this Day anew,
As his own Booty dearly gain'd,
His Spoil and Purchase due;
That with me he may do
What's pleafing in his Sight,
And from me take whate'er he will,
Whate'er he thinks not right.
How very
My Saviour well can fee,
And how exceeding short I fall,
Of what I ought to be:
Compaffionate High-prieft,
To thee I muft appeal;
My numberless Infirmities
O kindly hafte to heal.
4 In his moft precious Blood
He washes out my Stains,
Which trickles healing on my Soul,
Out of his open'd Veins;
It is his daily Care,
His helpless Sheep to feed;
To purify their spotted Souls,
And tend and gently lead.
5 My gracious loving Lord!
When I begin to think,
How thy impatient yearning Zeal,
From Sin and Hell's dark Brink
Hath me deliver'd fafe,
And with fuch tender Art;
And how thy fweet Almighty Blood,
Fill'd and weigh'd down my Heart:
6 I fink beneath thy Feet,
Amaz'd at Grace fo free;
But foon I recollect myself,
And ask how can it be?
That Sinners bafe and vile
Should be fo greatly lov'd,
Who fo much Trouble ftill have giv❜n,
And fo unfaithful prov'd.
7 Me thy all-feeing Eye
Has kept with watchful Care,
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