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From the German,
No 98.

W Hat then, dear Jefus, hadft Thou

done or faid

To draw fuch cruel Treatment on Thy
Head?

What horrid Blafphemy, what hellish Fact,
Did Thy Tongue utter, or Thy Hands e'er

act?

2 Lord, Thou wert fcourg'd and crown'd with piercing Thorn,

3

Struck on the Cheek, purfu'd with Spite and Scorn,

Stretch'd on a Crofs a Laughing-stock for
all,

When thirsty, mock'd with Vinegar and
Gall:

What was the Caufe of all this Grief and
Pain?

My Sins, alas! have Thee my Saviour slain!

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All

All that, dear Lord, of right belong'd to

me,

Which fell with fuch amazing Weight on

Thee.

4 But oh! how ftrange this Process in our Eyes!

See! for his Sheep the loving Shepherd dies!

The Mafter for his Servants wipes away The Debt immenfe, when they had nought to pay.

5 O wond'rous Love! O Love beyond Com

pare,

Which made Thee fuch a World of Torment bear!

In worldly Mirth and Joy I had my Part, And Thou, dear Lamb, must fuffer all the

Smart.

6 Great Potentate, thro' endlefs Ages great! Who all thy Love can worthily relate? No Wit or Pow'r of Man can e'er attain To make the leaft Return for all Thy Pain.

7 Were I to ftretch the Powers of my Mind,
O where fuch Mercy could I ever find?
O may I fenfible and thankful prove!
In Fact, I never can return thy Love.

CLXVII.

CLXVII.

From the German.
No. 1250.

Hat to my Mafter shall I fay?

WH

He fnatch'd me from the World

away,

And rank'd me 'midst His chosen Train,
Which for his Bride He doth ordain.
2 O heartily beloved Love!

Thy yearning Bowels would Thee move
To call me from Death's gloomy Night
Into Thy own amazing Light.

3 Yes, I was wholly dead in Sin,
Wholly corrupt and spoil'd within ;
The carnal Mind ftill bore the Sway,
And hurried me a Slave away.
4 It mov'd Thy tender loving Heart,
It gave Thee real Pain and Smart,
The Purchase of Thy Blood to fee
So deeply funk in Mifery.

5 Then wouldft Thou Satan's Pow'r destroy, And me Thy proper Spoil enjoy ; Therefore Thou ever didft invite

And close pursue me Day and Night.
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6 Moft

6 Moft fweetly didft Thou draw and woo,"
Till Thou hadst overcome Thy Foe:
Till Sin's ftrong Pow'r Thou hadft fuppreft,
And till my weary Soul had Reft.

7 In Thy dear Wounds I now have found
Peace, Righteousness, and folid Ground:
Now 'midft Thy confecrated Band,
Thro' free electing Grace, I ftand."
8 And fain would I Thy Feet embrace,
And melt in Love and Thankfulness :
From Sin's hard Burden I am freed,
Because these holy Feet did bleed.
9 I fink before Thee, O my King,
And Hymns of Praise in ftillness fing;
My Eyes with Tears are overflow'd
For all the Mercy Thou haft fhew'd.
10 And now fince I have Mercy found,
And to Thy gentle Yoke am bound,
(Which Yoke O may I ne'er forfake,
Altho' for this my Blood I stake!)
11 While I behold this Earth and Skies,
I am Thy living Sacrifice;
Spirit, Soul, Body, all shall be
Devoted heartily to Thee..

12 Let me thro'out my Pilgrimage Pay the fworn Fealty I engage;

Thy

Thy Blood, and Crofs, and bitter Pain
Life, Strength, and Banner still remain !
13 There Thou haft Life and Soul, my King!
Bound for Thy Service these I bring:1
My flefhly Tendernefs break down,
Thy Fire confume whate'er's my own.
14 And thus I even here fhall be
Well fitted for Eternity,

Abide Thy Purchase all my Days,
And live, dear Saviour, to Thy Praise.

W

CLXVIII.

From the German.

No. 1352.

Hen our dear Monarch from on high, Th' incarnate Lord of all, did know, That he ere long his Family,

His little Ark muft leave below;
(For fince the Saviour born in Time

Is leffer than the Father's Name,
Now the King Jefus must to Him
Return again, from whom he came :)

2 He was by this Time fo'inur'd,

His human earthly Veft to bear;
Since all Things he in Flesh endur'd,

But his Zeal's Food and Trophies were ;

That