He can only be fubdu'd, 6. Tell me, JESUS died for Me, Love shall still the stronger prove: 7. Patiently I then shall wait For the Woman's Nobleft Seed, O reveal Thy Son in me, Bring the Perfect Nature in, Now destroy the Enmity, Now confume the Man of Sin. 8. Adam, Flesh, and Self, and Pride, Antichrift, Perdition's Son, Let him not in me abide, Caft him out, and reign alone; Slay the Dragon in the Sea, Make my Soul Thy pure Abode, Fill'd with all the Deity, 1. Swallow'd up, and loft in GOD. Moriar ut Te videam! Let me die that I may fee Thee! Woo, whch know't whains and fla Who searchest out the Reins and Heart, Me, JESU, to Myself explain, A Ray of Heavenly Light impart; Impart Thyfelf, Thou Real Light, 2. Cause me, O GOD, Myfelf to know, 3. Senfelefs alike of Sin and Thee, My unawaken'd Soul remains, Faft bound in Sin, and Mifery I flumber on, nor feel my Chains, 4. Oh! might my Heart at leaft relent, 5. I know the Terms: I cannot fee 6. Be it according to Thy Word,. Ready to meet my Doom I am,.. And feel the Sin-confuming Flame; 7. Die All of Self to live no more, Die the Old Man no more to rife; Me to Thine Image here restore, I. A Paffion-Hymn. E that pafs by, behold the Man! YE The Man of Griefs condemn'd for You! 2. See how His Back the Scourges tear, 3. The Abjects fpit upon That Face 4. Ador'd by Angels, mock'd by Men, 5. But meekly all their Infults bears. Nor can He thus their Hate affwage, Muft fully glut their utmost Rage; Hark! how they clamour for His Blood! 6. To us our own Barabbas give, 7. Against 7. Against his GOD the Creature calls: Accus'd and fentenc'd by the Breath Himself infpir'd, their Maker falls; The LORD of Life is doom'd to Death. 8. His facred Limbs they ftretch, they tear, With Nails they faften to the Wood expos'd, and bare, Or only cover'd with his Blood. His facred Limbs 9. See there! His Temples crown'd with Thorns! 10. Where is the King of Glory now! 11. Beneath my Load He faints, and dies; 12. Oh! Thou dear fuffering Son of GoD, 13. Give me to feel Thy Agonies, 14. The Earth could to her Centre quake, Convuls'd, while her Creator died; Olet my inmoft Nature shake, 15. At Thy laft Gafp the Graves display'd 16. The Rocks could feel Thy powerful Death, 17. My Stony Heart Thy Voice shall rent, My inmoft Bowels fhall refent The Yearnings of Thy Dying Love. 18. The Grace I furely fhall receive, I. Defiring to love. HAT fhall I do my GoD to love, W My Saviour, and the World's to praife? Whofe Bowels of Compaffion move. To Me, and All the Fallen Race; 2. I long to know, and to make known 3. All Souls are Thine: and Thou for All Το |