dwell,

This holy Corpfe to Death a prey Was giv'n, that we might live thereby;

No greater Love could he fhew us, Shall we to think of him refuse? Kyrie Eleifon.

4. Lord thy ftrong love fo prefs'd thee hath,

Thy blood did spout a perfect Bath, Paid all the Debt we had incurr'd, And to God's favour us restor❜d. Kyrie Eleifon,

3. A Man of wonders, Lord, art thou!

Thy Perfon, office, this do fhew;
Thou'rt, if thy character I scan,
He who, when God, became a Man,
4. And thro' his Death amazingly
Ús from perdition did fet free.
My God, in whom fuch Virtues meet,
To me thy Name is great and fweet.

Help me to conquer Flesh and blood, And make myChriftian warfare good. 13. Let in my heart Faith's candle

fhine, That I in Death and Life be thine. Jefu, my Joy, hear this request! Ah, were I with thee! for that's best. Bern.

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weigh:

No Mis'ry to that pitch can fwell, That thy rich Comforts won't difpel. 6. Tho' mind and body faint and

fail,

This, my Undoing I won't call : Whilft I have Thee, I have howe'er What me eternally can chear. 7. Thine am I both in flesh and soul, Can fin or death now me controul? I on a Faithfulness do lean, Beyond what's found in mortal Men. 8. Whose heart's inflam'd with faith and love,

The truth of what I fay, will prove. Indeed I've often us'd this word, That had I not thy Friendship's hoard,

9. I'd wish myself this moment dead, Or rather never born or bred: 'Midft nature's best Vivacity, He's a dead man, who has not thee. 10. When in great ftraits I pray or fing,

Some hidden Joy does in me fpring; And thy good Spirit confirms, that

this

Foretafte of Life eternal is.

11. Hence am I willing to sustain, While here, my little lot of pain: Whereby, Lamb, I thy Liv'ry wear; It works for good too, I fee clear. 12. Help me my race with full effect To run, and in a Line direct :

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nardi.

Jelu fufs! wer dein gedenkt.

Sweet Jefu! when I think on

thee,

My heart for joy doth leap in me; Thy bleft Remmebrance yields delight,

But far more fweet will be thy Sight. 2. Of him, who did Salvation bring, I could for ever think and fing: When with his name I'm charm'd in fong;

I wish myself all ear and tongue. 3. The joy's too great, I must confefs,

I feel a blifs I can't exprefs; Thy Love, my Saviour, ne'er can cloy,

Fountain of blifs and Source of joy. 4. Oh! let me ever share thy grace,' Still taste thy love and view thy face; Still let my tongue refound thy Name, And Jefus be my conftant theme. 5. For tho' I can't words worthy speak,

Yet ftop my tongue, my heart will break;

For when thy charms croud in my mind,

I burft unless a vent I find. 6. Bleis'd Jefus, what delicious fare, How fweet thy entertainments are! Never did angels taste above Redeeming Grace and dying love. K 3 7. For

7. For us his Flesh with nails was

torn,

He bore the fcourge, he felt the thorn; And Juftice pour'd upon his Head Its heavy vengeance, in our ftead. 8. For us his vital Blood was fpilt, To buy the pardon of our guilt; When, for black crimes of biggest fize,

He gave his foul a Sacrifice,

9. Ye hearts of stone, come melt to fee

That this was done for you and me! His griefs procur'd that we're forgiv'n,

And on his blood we swim to heav'n. To fhame our fins, he blush'd in blood;

10.

He clos'd his eyes, to fhew us God: Let all the world fall down and know That none but God fuch love could fhew.

11. His love with mutual warmth

purfue;

Burn for him, as he flam'd for you; Love fhould returns of Love infpire, And his bright flames fet us on fire. 12. Doth fin and forrow wound thy foul?

The balm of Chrift will make you

whole;

His but afk and 'twill be giv'n, grace He' raife and turn your hell to

heav'n.

13. If difmal clouds the mind affright, His beams clear up the mournful night.

Arife, ye guilty; he'll forgive:

Arife, ye poor; for he'll relieve.

15. View well his face and winning charms,

And fly with speed into his arms! His mercy is beyond compare; His love exceeds our wifh and pray'r. 16. His praise whene'er we strive to tell,

Our pens muft flag, our tongues must fail.

Where'er I am, where'er I move, I meet the Object of my love. 17. Against its charms I can't be proof;

Ah! who that loves can have enough? Christ is to me a pleafing Feaft; They Jefus love, who Jefus taste.

Jefu, deiner zu gedenken. ·

14. O wondrous Jefu! greatest King!

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Eu! on thee to be thinking,

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ring;

Thou conquer'ft all, below, above, Dire fends with force, and mep

with love.

But what heav'nly Food and drink.

ing

Does thy Prefence us afford?

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Præmia qui ut meritis, &c.

1.Hou, who to punish fin wert flow,

Beyond Man's merit gracious! Gifts on th'unworthy to bestow,

Did fuit God's Heart capacious. Our Fall had funk us deep in fhame, But grace abounds much higher; Praise rifes, 'midft the creature's blame,

To thee our Juftifier.

z. O Love, which with parental care To our concerns attended! O Goodness, which from glory's chair,

To ferve its Slave defcended!
How can I e'er that Crofs's love,
Which still burns on, compenfate?
Might only my poor heart not prove
Towards fuch Flame infenfate.
3. As under dark corruption's yoke
My breaft ere now hath groaned,
Thy Name, who notice of me took,
Be in it now enthroned:
And when my Race of Life is run,

My Sprt to thee gather;
Be to it, which from thee begun,
Not as a Lord, but Father.