The truest Pains and Tending kind
O! never didst thou spare:
This makes me firmly truft,
Thou'lt lead me farther ftill;
And guard me fafe throughout the Way
That leads to Sion's Hill.
8 Thou haft, me Sinner poor
Snatch'd to Thy Heart in Hafte,
With tend'reft Mercy fetch'd me Home,
And grav'n me on thy Breaft;
Who, under a deep Senfe
Of all thou dost bestow,
Can chufe but fink in Thankfulness,
And even melt and flow?
9 O glorious King of Heav'n!
A little Piece of Duft
Is not efteem'd too fmall and mean,
To be Thy Friend in Trust:
'Tis true thy Love's too great,
To be by us conceiv'd ;
By fuch as unexperienc'd are,
Too great, to be believ'd.
10 Therefore, my dearest Lord!
I give my Heart to Thee;
Altho' uneafy or in Pain,
Still wholly Thine I'll be:
My Business then is this,
(O may I it fulfil!)
Thee to exalt with all my Strength,
To eye Thee only still.
WO Points ought All to know..
Kich, Poor, and High, and Low ;
First, their own Fall and Guilt;
Next, that Chrift's Blood was fpilt.
Whenever this I feel,
Then wretched I am well.
2 Yes, yes, upon the Tree
Chrift fhed his Blood for me:
Him may I never grieve
Refufing to believe!
For this His greatest Grief,
Ungrateful Unbelief.
From the German.
No. 1030. and 1006.
Nfathom'd Wifdom of our King!
In Stilnefs he collects his Flock,
Leads on, and to Perfection brings,
And grounds them on Himself the Rock;
With little Hurry, Noife or Shew,
He fafely guideth ev'ry Soul;
No more the blinded World can do,
Than fcorn and ridicule the Whole.
2 Thy Church, great Saviour! bought with Blood,
Outcasts of Men, but dear to Thee,
Efteems thy Crofs a pleafant Load,"
An eafy Yoke; thrice happy fhe,
When, bearing thy Reproach below,
She ftill partakes of thy free Grace,
Which from thy Wounds doth fweetly flow,
And all Afflictions Load outweighs.
3 Thou many, with thy winning Charms
Haft melted, touch'd by Fire divine,
And many with maternal Arms
Embrac'd, and feal'd for ever thine:
And, fince they fo unite in Love,
Thy very Soul's Delight are they,
And thou fecurely from above,
Doft guide them, thro' Life's narrow Way.
4 Come, tender Lord, fupport the Weak,
Support thy little ones with Grace;
Thou know't, for Theela-thirft we feek,
Kind Mafter of thy chofen Race;
Faithful we know thy tender Love,
Thy Wounds our Heav'n, our Paradife,
May Spirit, Soul and Body prove
An ever-living Sacrifice.
5 Within the Circle of thy Arms
O may we ever live fecure,
"Tis by thy Oath that Thou art ours,
Bond ever facred, ever fure!
Thy Work with mighty Arm fupport,
Satan fhall ne'er prevail o'er thee:
Let thy true Followers, tho' opprefs'd,
Beneath Oppreffion Conqu❜rors be.
From the German.
No. 1360.
E thank our God the Holy Ghoft,
Who Jefus in the Heart difplays;
That he the numerous faithful Hoft
Of blefs'd departed Witneffes
Brought home to Chrift; inceffantly
Hofannah! Hallelujah! cry.
2 Not the leaft Scruple can we hold,
But thou, great Mafter! (as thou'rt bound) To his own chofen Crofs's Fold,
Who have him, and in him are found, His Wounds wilt daily clearer fhew;
It is thine Office fo to do.
N. B. This Hymn was on the Death of a Witness, who had not been obedient to the Lord,
3 He on the Crofs, our Lord and God! (Tho' fcorn'd for this by all Mankind ;) Still is our Motto moft avow'd,
Whereby we eafily can find,
Whom as a Brother dear to greet,
This, this our Schiboleth most meet.
4 To mifs Chrift on the bloody Tree,
Where he for Love to us did melt;
When Chrift our Eyes no more can fee,
When in the Heart he's no more felt;
This fills the Soul with hellish Smart,
Yes, God knows this, who knows the
Heart.
So ftand we therefore, to this Hour,
In one firm Bond of Peace and Love ;
Sinners at Enmity no more,
Thro' Chrift at Peace with God above;
Qur Father God, his Children we,
Since Chrift our Brother deign'd to be.
6 O that not one may leave the Plan!
Whom Satan once afide can lead,
Tho' he bethink himself again
And his first Steps would gladly tread, Perhaps he fha'n't obtain this Grace: This has already been the Cafe.
7 Weigh well the Banishment fevere, Which Mofes griev'd, that Man of God,
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