That now His Godhead to regain Lefs was he prefs'd, than was the Smart To quit it and become a Man, As purpos'd in His gracious Heart, 3 Full thus of fecret Pain of Love, And in a Strait ev'n to commence 5 With melted Eyes and Hearts on Flame, The Heart of Love, what does He then? ! Bids the Difciples fretch their Feet, 5 One of them, with that Mind poffeft 7 Haplefs, yet pitiable Fools, Whom God doth to his Kingdom call, 8" If I don't wash thee, Jefus faid, To know, with duteous Ardor bent! Look Look here, heroic Cherubims, Majestic Thrones who rule and ferve, With God-devoted Seraphims, 66 This will your beft Regard deferve. 10 Now, O my People! you who know "My Word, by which you judg'd fhall be, "This Thing, this Act of Love, on you "You've feen performed thus by me; "'Tis My laft Will herewith, and meet, "As I on you have Water pour'd: "That you should wash each other's Feet, "Should go and imitate your Lord." 11 Come, holy Watchers! tho' unfeen, Attend on this Solemnity, And joyful all around as join Our Choir in one bleft Harmony : A Light of Love, that's worthy you. 3 Be prefent with us, Mafter dear!? Forgive whate'er has not been right.! Abfolve us all together here, Thus in the holy Angels Sight: Kindle our Flame of Brother's-love, Humble us from our inmoft Heart,.. Faithful in Thy Work may we prove, Thou Man who felt'ft the Crofs's Smart. 14 Sure as Thou liveft and Thy Flock; Sure as our Frame's of earthly Mould; So fure are we, from Adam's Stock Now by Thy Pain wash'd to pure Gold: Sure as Thy little Church remains Here, as the World's poor Spectacle; So fure within, Thy Spirit reigns, And Thou in this Thy House doft dwell. CLXIX. From the German. An antient MORAVIAN Hymn. No. 16. Hen the due Time had taken Place, WHE Saw them a finful curfed Race, 2 3 4 Which to the Fathers he had made "I muft paternal Mercy fhew "Who can no good or think or do: "I must to them a Saviour fend, "To whom they may themselves apply, "Who can both bless them, and defend "From Satan's cursed Tyranny. "Their Pow'r of doing good is o'er ; "Therefore, my dear beloved Son, "Whom all My Angels now adore, "Wilt Thou thyfelf stoop humbly down, "And help thefe Wretches in Distress, Upon Thee take Humanity, "Without its Sin and Wickedness, 66 Elfe, all its Pains and Weakness try? "For this, the Heathen fhall be Thine, They Thy Reward and Portion prove; "To Thee I will their Hearts incline, "And fweetly draw them to Thy Love: "And all who will Thy Brethren be, "To Thee themfelves entirely give, "Will not refift Thy Mercy free; "All fuch eternally shall live." At |