6 He will ne'er reproach a Heart, Has it much or little Smart: He each Soul will welcome Home, Say, "My Sinner, art thou come? 7 "I have waited long for thee, "Wifh'd, and that moft earneftly, "That thou knew'ft what I had done, "What I bore for thee, my Son. 8" How my Smart and all my Blood. "Thee have reconcil'd to God ;. "This I wish'd that fome would tell, "This I knew would make thee well. 9 10 66 Bring thy Sin, thy Guilt and Fear; 66 See my Side, come hide Thee here; Sprinkle with My Blood thy Heart, "Then the Slayer muft depart. "Henceforth keep thy Eye on Me, "Thou fhalt ne'er forfaken be; "I for Thee have fhed My Blood, "Should I keep back other Good? 11 Who can tell how much He'll say Talking with us Night and Day? Do not think it is not true, This He even means for you. 12 O that all my Words would hear, · LXVII. AMB, Lamb, O Lamb, my Sacrifice! 'L My Heart delights to worship Thee, Since by the Gift of Faith I know, 2 Thou Lamb, haft broke the Chains of Sin, Captive haft led Captivity; And Satan now muft trembling own, I'm Thine, because Thou diedst for me. 3 Now when 4 my Sins appear, and I From Sin and Fear, from Guilt and Shame O none can think the tender Care Of that dear Lamb, who dy'd for me. 5 Whether the World' goes right or wrong, 6 When I would ask for any Thing 7 When to the Gates of Death I come, This fhall alone my Pafport be, And Death must let me go, because He knows the Lamb hath dy'd for me. 8 Can any find the fmalleft Curse, Or Debt, from which I am not free? No, there's not one: For all was paid, And finish'd, when he dy'd for me. 9 Should I be ask'd, how long fhalt Thou Enjoy this Happiness? I'll fay; While poor in Spirit I remain, He'll let me know he dy'd for me. to Perhaps this Truth may fail? No, No, 13 14 And while the heav'nly Choir above, L LXVIII. From the German. No. 1456. Amb! Lamb! O Lamb! fo greatly try'd, My Heart's no longer mine, no, no ; 'Tis now the Lamb's approv'd: The Standard Crofs, the ftreaming Wounds Have claim'd it for their own; The Wages now, the due Reward 2 The Blood-fweat which with glowing warmth Down from Thy Body flow'd, Bedew'd the Earth; and ev'ry Curfe (That o'er the guilty Head of Man This healing Stream, with ev'ry Drop, 3 May thac blefs'd Stream, thro' fuch a World Up-bear me fafe along, Where Jefus dwells not in the Heart, K Tho' Tho' frequent on the Tongue; O lovely Jefu what fierce Smart Darts quick thro' Flesh and Bone, When I reflect, how fore that makes My Jefus bleed and groan. 4 The holy Teacher-Sp'rit, whofe Light The fame does Honour to the Lamb, 5 That, that's the Man,who with sweet Force, Has fol'n my Heart away; He fhone fo clearly in my Soul, John pointed out th' incarnate Lamb,.. Yes, fays the Spirit, no, the Soul, 6 That piercing Jefu's-look, which once That fhews thee foon, how vile thou art, And knows not, what to think or do, But |