Whom with his Blood He melted dow Then made them Watchmen in the Ga Nor was this Grace to them confin'd, Ye can alike partake the fame, Whofe Hearts are thirfty, free, inclin'd To act as Servants of the Lamb; Ye may in Lands remote rove far abroad, And tell the Savages, the Lamb is God. 7 He only wants us to be true, In all Things we may truft his Grace, And shelters us from ev'ry Harm ; YE CLXXX. E who have known th'attoning Blood, To walk with Chrift henceforth mut know; To Him its Author, for its Food Faith muft anew each Moment go; The first fweet Grace that made you whole Muft ftill be cherished in the Soul. Each Soul knows how her Lord to please: You CLXXXI, OU who of endless Woe wou'd gladly mifs, And want to know the certain Way to Blifs, 2 With Sin and Lufts would end the fruitless Strife, And long t' enjoy eternal Reft and Life: Let fuch attend, the Way you'll eafy find, Nor in perplexing Mazes does it wind. Our Innocence in Adam loft, no more We need bemoan, nor our hard Fate deplore: 5 When on the Crofs our Saviour's Side was bor'd, Full Pardon gain'd he, furer Life reftor'd. Dd z 6 Now 6 Now how this.fov'reign Remedy we may Apply with Safety, Chrift hath fhewn th Way; 7 And that vain Search and Striving we migh: fpare, HimfelftheWay, Truth,Life,hedoesdedare; 8 An happy Life, bleft Truth, and peacefu Way To Sinners poor His Gospel does difplay. 9 Your Mifery,my Friend, you need but bring 'To the Lamb's Side, to that eternal Spring to Of Peace and Life; you then will quickly prove Its wond'rous Pow'r, how warm it flows with Love. 11 O fweeteft Flood of Blood, how does thy Sound Make my Soul leap with Joy, with Gladnefs bound! 12 How does it warm my cold and frozen Heart, And with an holy Shame fill ev'ry Part! 13 Our Unbelief and Malice, Luft and Pride, Thefe are the Things for which the Saviour died. 14 Enter Enter the Door of Life which open ftands, With Thomas take you Faith from Feet and Hands. 5 Your fin-fick Mind freely to him confefs, He came to fave from Sin, and give Redrefs. 16 Your legal Strife give o'er, you can't "difplease The Saviour more, than by fuch Arcs as these. 17 Bat alfo this and more forgiven is, And now nought's left, us to exclude from 18 No Parley with the Foe, I pray you, make, But to the Lamb at once your Caufe betake. 19 Your Mif'ry, Guilt, and Sin for Sacrifice Bring you to him, they're of his Crofs the Prize. 20 Want of a proper Garb you need not fear, When at the great Tribunal you appear; 21 For his attoning Blood and Righteousness Shall be your gorgeous Robe and thining dress. 22 With me you'll join and all the heav'nly Choirs, And those who round the Throne do tune their Lyres, 23 In Songs of Praife to the victorious Lamb, Who Sin, and Death, and Hell for us o'er came. Dd 3 CLXXXII. CLXXXII. From the German. "Outh divine! with Staff in Hand, Think on thy poor little Band, Thou who wast a Child in Arms: Let our Joy be daily new, That Thou once wert here below: Thou wert childlike, happy, true : Make us happy Children too. CLXXXIII. AHYMN for the little Children. UT of Love, O Saviour dear, 2 When our Hearts feel this indeed, |