At once did this great Work begin,
The WORD Eternal Flefh was made,
Conceiv'd without Original Sin,
According as 'twas promised.
On Earth he fojourn'd, and began
To serve, and teach the Will of God,
Sought to convert poor finful Man,

And bruis'd the Devil with his Rod. 6 He faid to us forlorn and weak,

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i From Bondage I will fet you free, "Your Caufe a happy Turn fhall take, "I'll wrestle for you earneftly: "For you I'll give My Life and Soul, "For you I'll Sin and Death o'erthrow, "For you I'll Satan's Power controul, "And teach you Me the Life to know. "Come! all who feel your Mifery, "Come here, all ye who Grief have known;

"Surrender up yourselves to Me,

"You whom I've chofen for My own; "So will I give Myself to you,

"With Meat and drink your Souls fupply.. "Feed as my Sheep, true Reft bestow, "And never from you turn My Eye."8 Now hearken, Children, Mark and fee What Jefus is, and does, and fays; Bb

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And turn from all your Enmity,

From all your proud and hurtful Way Let Jefus lead you fafely Home,

Let Him His Work begin and end,
Let Him incline your Will to come,
And He will ever be your Friend.

9 Ah! come Lord Jefus, hear our Pray'r,
Thou worthy Son of God moft High,
Our Hearts and all our Souls prepare,
That we may to Thy Mercy fly:
That we may all believe on Thee,
And on Thy Flesh and Blood may feed,
True Members of Thy Body be,
For ever join'd to Thee our Head.

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CLXX.

From the German.

N° 1354.

7Hen fhall I gain my Wedding-dref,

WH Prepar'd to cloath my Nakedness?

That Robe fo white, my Lord and God, Befprinkled with Thy precious Blood. 2 Doft Thou referve it, gracious Love, To fhine and glory in above? I want it now, without a Veft I cannot be a Wedding-Guest.

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3 A Garment I myself had gain'd; A Staff I had whereon I lean'd,

Which fell, when tried, from out my Hand; My Robe I burn'd it to a brand. 4 My carnal Staff, my worldly Stay, Did never folid Help convey; My feeming-fair, and felf-fpun Dress, Ne'er cover'd half my Nakedness. 5 But now the folemn Work is done : I put my Lord and Saviour on. The Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Will fee I never fhall be loft.

6 When Christ our Life fhall once appear, "Twill then be manifeft and clear Whether or no the fprinkling Blood Have wafh'd our Robes, and kept them good.

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CLXXI,

HOviews theLamb with ftedfaflFace, His bleeding Wounds, his piercedSide, He drinks from hence the Springs of Grace, An healing Pow'r, a lasting Tide.

2 Hence flows His conftant Calm of Peace, "Tis hence he knows his Sins forgiv'n,

In Jefu's Pains he feels his Blifs,

Ev'n in his Wounds he finds his Heav'n.

3 But ah! we fhun the chearing Sight, Our foolish Minds will needs mifgive; Yet turn again unto the Light,

Yet look again, and thou fhalt live, 4 The smallest Spark that ftirs within, And moves us to believe the Word, Inflicts a deadly Stroke on Sin,

And takes a Part in Chrift the Lord. 5 And tho' the Flefh fhould ftill prefume, Yet he, who ranfom'd us, is true; Forth from his Wounds the Light shall come, And burft the Bonds of Darkness thro'.

6 Satan fhall feel the Stroke and fly

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And dare to trouble me no more ; I in the Saviour's Arms will lie,

Fed with His Blood, fill'd with his Pow'r.

CLXXII.

HO could have thought, my loving
Lord,

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iny Truth and Justice could afford
To fhew the leaft Regard or Grace
To one fo wicked as I was?
We ftill believ'd that Guilt and Sin
Stood like a mighty Gulf between ;
Nor e'er imagin'd, by Thy Blood
All Sinners were brought nigh to God.

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O wond'rous, unexpected Love,
Which doth at once all Griefs remove!
Quite to the Bottom of my Heart
It finks, and fearches ev'ry Part.
See here a Sinner vile and poor
So happy in Thy Mercy's Store,
That he can nothing fay befide
"Take me, O Jefu crucify'd."
O take feal me ever Thine!
Tho' Devil, World and Flesh repine,
Tho' Reafon frowns and can't believe
Sinners with Thee so sweetly live.

me,

In Thy kind Heart and Wounds I rest,
A Place where Evil can't moleft:
Tho' my Heart fail and Flesh decay,
Here I've a Home till the Great Day !

CLXXIII.

7Ithout the Camp, beyond Ferus'lem's Gate,

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He who the World by fpeaking did create, Array'd in human Flesh was hang'd on high,

'Twas then to fave that World he deign'd to die.

2 O Jefu Chrift! thy offer'd-up Blood-ftream, 'Tis that fhall furely be my conftant Theme, Throughout the miferable World fo wide, Bb 3