Thank God! this is most evident,
That I henceforth fhall thro' no Rent,
While on his bleffed Earth I tread,
Be e'er divided from my Head;
For fince not one poor Soul he can deceive,
So, to the End, thro' all, will I believe.
7 Now, my fo dear beloved Man,
I pray thee earnest as I can,
Take thy poor Child and let me be
Laid on thy Heart moft tenderly;
To all my Faithfulness, and Toil,and Sweat,
Apply thy Grace, which only gives itWeight.
8 But more especially, keep bleft
With one calm undisturbed Rest
My Body, confecrated thine;
That it may be thy facred Shrine,
Till Thou in thy full Glory fhalt appear,
When we shall joy o'er our chafte Conquefts
here.
CLXXV.
From the German.
7Ith tender Longing and Love's Smart, With hundred Tears fprung from the Heart,
Thy Flame I wait for here;
On this fweet Day for Bleffings meant,
I wait the End of all Complaint,
The Bridegroom's kind and open Ear.
2 I ask a free clear State of Soul,
In Spirit of my Mind a full
Recov'ry certify'd;
An humble Sense mean while within,
And folid Feeling what is Sin,
But not to work Sin, God forbid
3 A Mind unto the Duft inclin'd,
A gall-lefs Dove's unfpotted Mind,
A Mind that ftrives untir'd
For a true spiritual Frame ;
Shut up herein, that Poor I am,
From hurtful Fancies far retir'd.
4 I ask to be with All at Peace;
Still faithful the Lamb's Hymn t' exprefs,
In Prayers faithful too,
For other Souls to Him to speak,
The En'my's Plots and Schemes to break,
To the Friend daily join'd anew :
5 To myself present evermore,
In readiness for Thee each Hour,
And Thy each Beck and Will;
In th' Holy Sacrament all Times
Touch'd evidently by His Beams,
Who doth my Soul there feed and fill :
6 A Terror to the adverse Part,
But to God's Friends a Joy of Heart,
A Servant of His Train;
Ready in witneffing and blefs'd,
Refreshing, when I preach, confefs'd,
In Walking fimple, upright, plain :
To Souls who know that Myftery,
Joyful to look upon, and fee
Our Love how much He can ;
For Comfort of th' amaz'd with Guilt,
The Children from the Bottom fpoilt,
In Jefus now a finifh'd Man:
8 Entirely serious, childlike too, In all Effentials fix'd and true; An Ear that one may truft, A hearty genuine Brother's Heart, To fympathize with ev'ry Smart Which chance fometimes 'mong Bre thren muft:
9 In Converfe willing to oblige,
Invincible when Storms befiege,
And Steady in my Step;
Touching one Point, the Bundle of Life,
A fimple Child that from all Strife
Will only ftill behind Thee creep:
10 A Check to Satan and his Band,
A Cov'ring to that Place or Land
Where Thou ordain't m' Abode,
A Joy above to Angels good,
To Thy Choirs here like chearing Food,
To Chriftians falfe a heavy Load:
11 In Pilgrim's Life fincere of Mind,
To the bleft Unction quite refign'd,.
In Flesh and Soul content;
To outward inward Soundness rais'd,
In all my Senfes exercis'd,
While Gladness-Oil doth me anoint.
12 Ye Devils, let me do my Task!
Ye Angels, your kind Aid I ask,
Ye Brethren, love me still;
Ye Foes, let me love you howe'er,
Ye Fellow-Lab'rers, help me here,
My working is from no Self-Will.
13 Yea Father God, rejoice o'er me,
One of Thy Son's poor Members fee;
Embrace me Sp'rit divine,
Me for Thy Child receive and guide;
Redeemer of my Sin and Need,
My better Self! I'm wholly Thine.
CLXXVI.
E Arms of Love, once pierc'd with
Nails,
Outftretch'd upon the Wood;
Ye Arms, out of whofe charming Holes
Did flow th' attoning Blood;
How sweetly refts a weary Child,
When close embrac'd by you!
Let Reafon fay whate'er it will,
'Tis yet for ever true.
2 For when the Law's tormenting Yoke
Does a poor Heart moleft,
And fills with Reas'ning, Doubts and Fears,
A troubled Head and Breast,
And half-defpairing one cries out,
Who is't that fets us free?
"None but the Lamb, who did fulfil
"The Law upon the Tree.
3 How happy I, when once I died
To the condemning Law;
As foon as I the Son of God
For me condemned faw!
If now I fee a Sinner come,
Quite funk in Mifery,
I'll lead him, to behold the Lamb,
Attoning on the Tree.
The more a frighten'd Soul can view
The flaughter'd King of Light,
The more is fcatter'd and difpell'd
The difmal cloudy Night:
The glaring Beams, which pow'rfully
Break forth from out the Lamb,
Thefe kindle each cold lifeless Heart,
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