Draw me to its own broad way; Let me then think on thy Paffion, And the load which on thee lay. Sure the Sweat and precious blood Of my dear expiring God Will create in me a paffion To oppose and fhun Temptation. 4. Lord, in ev'ry fore Oppreffion, Let thy Wounds be my relief. When I feek thine Interceffion, Add new strength to my Belief. In thy bloody Hands and Feet All my greatest comforts meet. This imprinted demonftration Of thy love, be my falvation. 5. All my hope and confolation Chrift, is in thy bitter Death. In the hour of Expiration, Lord, receive my dying Breath. Bloody Sweat, cross, death and my daily meditation, Till I to thy Prefence come; Moft of all, when I go hence, Let this be my confidence, Who Death and Hell could flaughter, Sin had defac'd the worth and grace Of ev'ry fon and daughter. Death then, caufed by the Fall, Was from thence entail'd on all, And kept the world in bondage. 3. But Jefus, whom God ever lov'd, Came down for our Salvation: Death from her empire he remov'd, And by his blessed Passion Ruin'd all her pow'r and claim, And left death nothing but the name; The Sting is loft for ever: Hal. 4. How hot and wond'rous was the Fray! Life was with Death furrounded; The Lord of Life here gain'd the day, Death's Kingdom was confounded. This the Scripture doth record, That Death was conquer'd with his Sword 5. And led at laft in triumph. Hal. This is the bleffed Pafchal Lamb By God himself appointed: The Prophets do aloud proclaim That this is THE ANOINTED." On our hearts his Blood we show; No Fears of death disturb us now : Subdued is that destroyer. Hal. 6. This is the day the Lord has made, To all our Hopes to raise us : Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad, And join to fing his praises. He difpels the Clouds of fin, His Merit cleanfes all within, We are remov'd from darkness. Hal. 7. Life's Bread, by which we are upheld, IS CHRIST for ever living; The Leav'n of fin is ftill expell'd By Grace, which he is giving. Faith defires no other Food But our Redeemer's flesh and blood, Bleft be his name for ever. I. 226: Ad regias Agni dates. Hai. Ome now to the Lamb's feast, For we in guilt's Red-fea 6. The Lord now leaves his Tomb: And A Saint, whose name was Martin, Concerning whom old hift'ry* fays, Satan came to him darting, As lightning quick and bright array'd; "I am thy Jefus dear, he faid, "Me thou wilt furely worship." 2. Martin look'd ftrait toward his Side, No fcar there met his vifion : Let me, fays he, in peace abide, Thou haft no fide's incifion; Thou art the tempter, I underftand! The place where Jefu's Sign does ftand, I else must needs discover. 3. The fame's the cafe ev'n at this day With Jefu's Congregation: Who to him once has found his way, Hath of his Wounds fenfation; Because our dear incarnate God Will with his Wounds as Man be view'd, Be felt, and fo believ'd on. • Sulpitius Severus in vitâ B. Martini, That for all Truth and Godliness The fire fo bright, the love fo fweet, 5. Thou in thy gifts art manifold, Whereby Chrift's Church doth ftand; In faithful hearts writing thy law, The Finger of God's hand. 6. According to thy promise made, Thou givet Speech with grace, That thro, thy help the Praife of God May found in ev'ry place. 7. O Holy Ghoft, into our fouls Send down thy heav'nly Light: Kindle our Hearts with fervent love, To ferve God day and night. 8. Our weakness strengthen and confirm, Which feeble is and frail; That neither Devil, world, nor flesh, 5. Anoint and chear our foiled face. Against us may prevail. 9. Our enemies put far from us, And grant us to obtain Peace in our hearts with God and man, Without grudge or difdain. ro. And grant, O Lord, that thou being Our Leader and our guide, We may eschew the fnares of Sin, And never from thee flide. 11. To us fuch plenty of thy grace, Good Lord! grant, we thee pray, That thou mayft be our Comforter At the last dreadful Day. 12. Of all ftrife and diffenfion, Lord, Do thou diffolve the bands: With the abundance of thy Grace. 6. Keep far our Foes, give peace at home : Where thou art guide, no ill can come. 7. Teach us to know the Father, Son, And Thee of both, to be but one: 8. That thro' the ages all along, This, this may be our endless fong: 9. Praise to thy eternal merit, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Ibid. Thou, in toil a Refting-feat, Temper in exceffive heat, Solace to a foul in grief. 3. O thou bleffedeft of lights! Nothing can he act but ill. 4. What is fordid, purify; Water what is over-dry; Pliant make what's hard to yield; All thy Train of fev'nfold Grace : Oh, grant us Faith and Conftancy, T To conquer Sin, and yield to thee. race Bring humble worship mixt with grace, Who makes his Love and wisdom known By Angels that furround his throne. 2. These angels, whom thy breath infpires, Thy minifters, are flaming fires, And fwift as thought their armies |