XLIX.

From the German.

N° 852.

am a little Child fee, My Strength is little too, But yet I fain would faved be, Lord, teach me what to do,

2 My Saviour, hear; Thou for my Wert pleas'd a Child to be,

Good

And Thou didst fhed Thy precicus Blood
Upon the Crofs for me.

3 My dearest Saviour, tell me how
My Thankfulness to shew
For all Thy Love, before and now,
Elfe I fhall never know.

4 I think, fince I fo often hear

That Thou dost want my Heart As thy Reward and Purchase dear, That Thou in Earnest art.

5 Come then, and take this Heart of mine, Come take me as I am,

I know that I by right am Thine,
Thou loving gracious Lamb.

7

Down at Thy Feet ftill may I bow,
Be thine, my Saviour, ftill,
In nothing bad myself allow,
Nor ever fhew Self-Will.

But I am weak, and nothing can,
Myfelf can nothing do,

Help me, O Thou Almighty Man,
Help my Companions too.

8 Preferve our little Hearts fecure
From ev'ry Hurt and Stain,
First make them, and then keep them pure,
And thut to all that's vain.

9 If early Thou wouldst have me die,
O that no Harm will be:
Into Thy Arms I then will fly,
And ever live with Thee.

10 If thou wouldst have me longer stay,
In Years and Stature grow,

Help me to ferve Thee Night and Day
While I am here below.

11 Then after walking in Thy Ways
And ferving Thee in Love,

Put a bleft End unto my Days,
And kiss me there above.

'I

L.

From the German.

No. 1081.

Bow before the Father's Throne ; With equal Awe before Thee fall, Thou only first begotten Son,

Appointed Lord and Heir of all! Appointed, fince Thy bloody Fight,

To call and draw the Sons of Men Thy Property by jufteft Right,

Since bought with Agony and Pain. 2 To Thy great Majefty be Praise,

Which fuffer'd fuch a Wretch to be, And help'd me, thro' attracting Grace, The Father's loving Heart to fee: Which for fo

many

Years my

Heart

With Cords of Love unwearied drew, And now, by ev'ry Way and Art, Strives to compleat the Creature New. 3 Thanks for all this, Eternal Friend, And for all that which I forget, And all I cannot comprehend; For Thou'rt unfathomably great.

When

I

When I Thy Love astonish'd see,

What Lengths, Breadths, Depths and Heights arife!

Eternity, Immensity,

These are its only Boundaries.

LI.

ESU, each blind and trembling Soul
Let Thy foft Voice perfuade,

JES

In all Diftrefs to come to Thee

We need not be afraid.

2 Is Sin our Grief? whatever Sin,
(No Difference it makes :)
'Tis all forgiven thro' that Blood
Thou fpilledft for our fakes.

3 Is Unbelief the Thing we feel?
(Above all Vice accurft :)
Yet when Thou diedst for all Sins,
Thou didst include the worst.

4 Have we (which bitter is indeed)
Forfook thy Love when known?
Yet Thou a gentle Master art,
Nor wilt the Weak difown.

5 Are we o'erwhelm'd with Thought and

Care,

Hath

Hath Sorrow feiz'd our Breast?
& Tho' 'tis a Shame it should be fo,
Yet Thou wilt give us Rest.`
6 Are we uncertain what's the Cafe,
But feel we are not right?

We need but leave our Heart to Thee,
Be fimple in Thy Sight.

7 See we sometimes, that in ourselves
There dwelleth no good Thing?
Yet ftill Thy Body on the Cross
Did full Salvation bring.

JE

LII.

From the German.
No. 60.

ESUS! all Praife is due to Thee,
That Thou wert pleas'd a Man to be,
A Virgin's Womb Thou didst not fcorn,
And Angels fhout to fee Thee born,

Hallelujah.

2 Th' eternal Father's only Son
Takes up a Manger for his Throne.
The everlasting Sov'reign Good'
Affumes our feeble Flesh and Blood.

Hallelujah.