Feels, that for him the Lamb of God
Shed on the Crofs his precious Blood.
Of little Ufe all Proofs, all Means befide,
The Chriftian he, who feels that Christ has
dy'd.

13 When any, thro' a Beam of Light,
Can fee and own they are not right,
But enter on a Legal Strife,

Amend their former Courfe of Life, And work, and toil, and fweat from Day to Days

Such to their Saviour quite mistake the way.

14 But when a poor awaken'd Heart
Ev'n turns and winds with inward Smart,
Sin's horrid Nature well perceives,
That it can nothing do believes,

Longs to be fav'd, defpairs of Self-relief
He hardly turns, but Chrift demands his
Grief.

15 How are you? O! I'm far from well,
All in my Blood deferving Hell.

Then speaks the.Friend of Souls. My Son,
There take thy Abfolution;

Believe and ftand upright, my Robe put on,
Keep thy Eye fix'd on me, rejoice and run.
16 The Soul receives a Spirit new,
And does as Jefus bids her do:

To

To him fhe steadfast looks, believes,
And feels the mighty Life he gives;

She ftands upright, accepts the robe divine, Cries, I am Thine, my Love, and Thou art mine.

17 A Sinking, Shame, and Pow'r divine,
At once in fweet Communion join:
They root themfelves within the Heart,
United never more to part:

No more for Want of Strength good Mo-
tions die,

Thefe Graces meet with conftant Victory. 18 The Soul at firft a Calm enjoys, Then feafts, and next to Action flies, Where Faith's unconquerable Might Undaunted meets its glorious Fight; She works, and after all her Work is o'er Moft commonly fhe thinks of it no more. 19 But fhould unfeemly Joy take Place When the reviews her Work of Grace, Immediately comes holy Shame, Prefents fo many Faults by Name; Blushing, the turns to Jefu's blood and sweat, Thanks God whene'er fhe can herself for

get.

20 And now in ev'ry Time and Place, The faithful Soul ev'n gafps for Grace ; Confiders ev'ry Night and Day,

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How

How she may true Obedience pay

To Him, who made her free from Death and Hell,

And deftin'd her in blissful Realms to dwell. 21 Lord! did Thy witness-bearing Cloud* But whiffer, and not thunder loud, The Reafon would more plain appear, Why many ftill nor fee, nor hear;

But Wonder ceafe! fince each at home may find,

That Men, by Nature, are both deaf and blind.

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22 At Jefu's Word each Witnefs flies
To open all the blinded Eyes;
And when we call, the Lord is near,
Cries Epphatha! the Deaf can hear ;
No longer is the Gospel preach'd in vain,
No longer does the Lamb un-ey'd remain.
23 We the Lamb's happy Subjects are;
And fimply we our Gifts declare,

Which he to us vile Duft imparts,

Since his Love's Dart has reach'd our Hearts;

We fin would fee whole Troops from ev'ry Land

Plac'd on the Right among the Blessed ftand.

24 The Lord himself gives forth the Word, We preach moft gladly Chrift the Lord ; O Thou our glorious Head and Chief, Give each who hears us, true Belief; May our Call pierce thro' ev'ry Heart and Ear,

And when we point Thee out, do Thou appear.

JE

LVI.

ESU, that gentle touch of Thine
Which doth our Souls to Thee incline,
Which makes us taste how good Thou art,
And foftens and inftructs the Heart:

A Gift of how great worth is this?
'Tis a fmall Thread that leads to Blifs ;
Its Drawings may we still attend,
And meekly follow to the End.

2 Wretched the Man who turns away,
And will not with his Saviour stay;
As wretched he who ftrait grows proud
For inward Sweetness once beftow'd.
They fhall be built as living Stones
On Chrift the Rock, and only they
Who cleave to Him as little Ones,
And filent wait, and foon obey,

JES

LVII.

I ESU, Thou art the only Good,
Which can my needy Soul fuftain;
Fill all its Wants with that dear Blood,
Which trickled forth from ev'ry Vein
Of Thine, my Lamb, when on the Crofs.
Thou didst endure fuch grievous Smart,
Such Pain, fuch bitter Agonies,

To gain my finful worthlefs Heart. 2 To Thee then I myself refign,

Amaz'd at this fo boundless Grace,›
Which doth extend to ev'ry Soul
Of Adam's fallen helpless Race:
Reftoring each who does believe

Unto his Heav'n, by Chrift regain'd,
That he his Life henceforth may live
To Him who daily proves his Friend.
3 We all are Thine, fince Thou hast died!
Therefore, ye Fears and Terrors cease:
Jefus the Morning Star appears,

And bids my troubled Soul be Peace;
Which long hath funk beneath the Load
Of Reas'ning, Unbelief and Pride;
At laft the useless Strife gives o'er,
And cleaves to Jefus crucified.

4. Grant