Be never more dismay'd! 2 Whatever Storms go o'er thy Head, 3 Carefully keep thy prefent Light, Look down, ye heavenly Hoft, and fee A Child of Hell before! My fprinkled Heart hath learnt to fing, XXXVII. XXXVI. From the German. No. 580. v. 18. HHe whom His People now difown, E. who was laugh'd at on the Tree, Who marks with certain Infamy Each that reveres the thorny Crown; Is mine, and all my Brethren's Head, By whom we tenderly are led. XXXVI. From the German. N°. 1004. Igh on His everlafting Throne The King of Saints his Work furveys, Marks the dear Souls He calls His own, And fmiles on the peculiar Race. He refts well pleas'd their Toil to fee: Beneath His eafy Yoke they move, With all their Heart and Strength agree In the fweet Labour of His Love. * John i. II. His 2 His Eye the World at once looks thro', Mountains and Vales in ghaftly Shew, And not one Spot of Earth is green. 5 The Seed of Death the carnal Mind Yet ftill the Servants of their Lord The adverfe Pow'rs they fcorn to fear ; Gladly Gladly their happy Work purfte: The Labour of their Hands is feen, And plant the Gospel in its ftead. 7 To dig the Ground they all bestow Their Lives; from ev'ry foften'd Clod They gather out the Stones, and fow Th' immortal Seed the Word of God. They water it with Tears and Pray'rs ; They long for the returning Word, Happy, if all their Paids and Cares Can bring forth Fruit to pleafe their 8 Jefus their Work delighted fees, Their Induftry vouchfafes to crown; He kindly gives the wifh'd Increafe, And fends the promis'd Bleffing down's The The Sap of Life the Spirit's Pow'rs He all His gracious Fullness fhow'rs To perfect their great Work of Love. 9 He profpers all His Servants Toils; But of peculiar Grace has chofe A Flock, on whom his kindeft Smiles And choiceft Bleffings he bestows Devoted to their common Lord, True Followers of the bleeding Lamb, By God belov'd, by Men abhorr'd, Distinguish'd by the hidden Name. 10 Here many a faithful Soul is found With myftic Pow'rs of Love endu'd ; Full of the Light of Life, and crown'd A King and Prieft to ferve his God: With burning Zeal for Chrift they fhine, Their Body, Soul and Spirit give, Their Goods and Blood for Chrift resign, For Chrift they freely die or live. 11 What can we offer our good Lord (Poor Nothings) for his endless Grace? |