So throughly prov'd, So griev'd, and yet fo lov'd! My Heart's not mine, not mine; 'Tis Thine, My Lamb once flain, Thy Crofs, Thy Pain, Have claim'd it for their Spoil. 2 Thy bloody Sweat, Which with fuch Heat Did from Thee flow, Bedew'd the Earth below: Each Drop of which warm Flood Each Curfe hath drown'd, That can be found In all God's Book, And to us Vengeance spoke... 3 Be that my Guide, Thro' a World wide, Yet in the Heart blafphem'd! Goes thro' the Whole Of th' inmoft Soul, When one conceives How that the Saviour grieves? I 3 4 The 4 The Spirit pure, 5 That Teacher fure, The Lamb reveres, What in Heav'n's Book And fays in brief, The Sin is Unbelief. The Lamb's sweet Art I bow'd, believ'd and lov'd. That came; The Sp'rit fays, Yes The Soul's in Fear Then Jefu's Self draws near. 6 The piercing Look, That deeply ftruck Poor Peter's Heart, That fhews Thee what Thou art; It knows not how To think or do, Is loft, it cries, But this the Lamb denies ; 7 Who, kind and mild, .Says: "Poor dear Child, I have once died; To thee Death's mifapply'd: Who will not live, Such their own Wills destroy." 8 Let the World hear! God's Son and Heir, Who to us came, And for us bore the Blame, And truly thirty Year Liv'd here, Defpis'd and mean, And then was flain : The Ranfom He For all the World and me. 9 Thereby I'll ftand With Life in Hand: Me Help afford To bear this Witness, Lord; And And this good News In ev'ry Land, The Lord will by us stand. LXV. 1 L Amb, Lamb, Thou flaughter'd worthy. Lamb! Thou Saviour! Jefus is Thy Name, 2 Thou art our great High-prieft indeed, 'Twas there Thou mad'ft a Way for all 3 No other Way there is but this 4 Lord we are Thine, fince Thou haft died, And for our Sins haft fatisfy'd, When When on the fhameful Crofs: LXVI. Lamb, what Wondershaft Thou wrought? Thou haft Sinners dearly bought: Helpless, vile, and thanklefs we, We have Right to come to Thee. 2 Doom'd by Law to endless Pains, Captive held by thousand Chains, Lamb! One Thing has brought us thro'; 'Twas Thy being flaughter'd fo. 3 Who then would not come to Thee? I have - ye may find it fo. 5 O that all my Words would hear, would Sinners lend an Ear! Would they go, they all would find That He cafteth none behind. |