From me thy feeble creature; Th'whole world is tastelefs to my foul,

I find no Reft within the Pole,

But in thy loving Nature; Nay, if the ftrings of Life were broke,

Thou art my never-failing Rock,
My joy, my comfort, and my all,
Whofe Blood redeem'd me from
the Fall:

Lord Jefus Chrift, thy faving Name

Preferve me from eternal fhame. 2. Tis thy free Gift, what's counted mine;

My Body, Soul, and Mind is thine,

With all this life's enjoyment: Lord grant me fuch a grateful fenfe, That I may praise thy Providence

By good and right Employment. Preferve me from delufion free; Destroy old Satan's tyranny;

In all Afflictions bear me up With Christian courage, faith and hope : Great Saviour Chrift] my fov'reign Lord,

In th'Hour of death thy Help afford. 3. Lord, let thy bleft Angelic bands Convey my Soul into thy Hands,

When now my heart is breaking. The Body in its tomb refine From all th'inherent Drofs of fin,

Till thou command'st its waking; Then raise me to that glorious place, Where I may fee Thee face to face;

To fing with all thy faints above The wonders of Redeeming Love. O Chrift, my Lord, I'll here adore, And praise thee there for evermore.

313.

Ich hab mein fach Gott helmgestellt.

Y Life I now to God refign:

"MY At his decree I'll not

repine.

race;

There is no place Exempt from his continual chace. 9. Evil and few, as Jacob fays, Alas, I count my Pilgrim-days: When God fhall call his fervant home,

I'll meet my Tomb,

In hopes of lafting Joys to come. 10. And tho' I feel the guilt of Sin Affaulting me without, within;

I know, God gave his only Son,
Who can attone

For what I all my life have done. 11. "Tis he, my Lord and Saviour Christ,

Who for

my

fins was facrific'd,
And rofe triumphant from the
grave,

That he might fave
My Soul from being Satan's flave.
12. To him I give my life and breath;
His Love fhall guide my foul through
Death,

And bring me to that bleffed place,
Where face to face

I fhall behold the God of Grace. 13. This gives me comfort and relief

In all my greatest Pain and grief, That I fhall rife, when Christ appears,

Without the Tears

I fhed in my diftreffed Years.
14. My deareft, faithful God is he,
Who takes my Bones in cuftody ;

Out of his Hands no dust shall fall,
He truly fhall

My former Perfonage recall. 15. Now thee, Lord Chrift, I humbly prefs, To cloath me with thy righteoufnefs; Within thy Wounds I crave a place,

O Source of grace!
For there's my only Happiness.

love,

My Heart oft trembles by the

way,

The Flesh is faint, or runs aftray :
The longing Spirit cries in me,
Lord, haste, and bring me home to
thee.

4. Support me by thy bitter Death,
When I'm to yield my dying breath;
Thy bloody Sweat my Cordial be,
Thy bonds procure my liberty.

5.

The ftrokes upon thy Back and
Face

My scars and marks of Sin erase;
Thy fhame, reproach and thorny

11. The prints thy facred Limbs receiv'd,

Affure my heart, that I am fav'd: Thro' th'op'ning of thy Side convey My foul to thy eternal day.

12. Thy farewel Words I'll make my own:

Thy Death did for my fins atone:

OW give thanks ye old and young,

Praise the Lord with heart and tongue.

For his Mercy ftill fupplies
All Mankind's neceffities.
As he feeds the birds and beafts,
So he makes us all his guests,

Grace,

When I conclude my Christian race. 13. When I revive at thy command, O place me, Lord,at thy right Hand, Beyond the fate which dooms thy

foes

To languish in eternal woes. 14. Then Lord thy Image quite renew Within my foul and Body too; And make this radiant as thy own, More radiant than the brighteft fun. 15. O what amazing love and joy Shall mine and angels tongues employ !

How fhall we fing, with all thy race, The bleft enjoyment of thy Face.

2. Praise him, for it is but just ;
He has rais'd us from the dust,
Gave us Being, gave us breath,
Saves us from eternal Death :
From the time that we first move,

From the Womb we tafte his love,
And it daily doth improve.
3. Soon as we're to Being rear'd,
Our provifions are prepar'd:
Mercy feeds us in the womb,
Till we break that living Tomb:
Ev'ry Feature of our Frame
From whofe love our Being came.
Speaks the wisdom of his Name,
4. God adorns this earth below,
Ev'ry where Provisions grow ;

Tho' here I bear contempt, This Truth I never will recant: Who trufts in God, shall never want. 5. Vain worldly pomp I glad forbear:

Lord, grant me but the meanest share
Of blifs thou haft procur'd

By thy moft bitter Death and Tomb;
This antedates the joys to come.
6. Whate'er this prefentWorld adores
Its filver and its golden ftores,

With all its glitt'ring fhew,
Thefe all to worldlings I refign,
And live content, if God be mine.
7. I'll magnify thee, Chrift my Lord!
Who haft convinc'd me by thy word,
Of thine eternal Truth:

Lord, make me conftant in my Race
To everlasting Blessedness.
8. All honour, praise and glory be
To thee, moft awful Trinity,

For this thy Grace bestow'd:
Increase in us thy bleffed love,
Till faith gives way to fight above.

318.

Erhalt uns Herr bey deinem wort.

K Eep Word,

Eep us, O Lord, by thy pure

He knows the depth of thy diftrefs; The heav'ns and earth are his !

'Tis the Creator of us all

2. Affert thy power with all fpeed, That thou art Lord of Lords indeed; Protect thy Church moft graciously,

call.

3. My God, the Dealer of my lot! I trust in thee, forfake me not,

Thy Creature and thy Child: To me, a heap of filthy duft, Without thy Smiles, all Comfort's loft.

4. The Mifer's boaft is in his hoard, But mine is in the living Lord;

3. O holy Ghoft, grant to thy Flock
One mind, as grounded on one rock;'
Preferve us in Faith's purity,
Avert the Devil's enmity.

4. Let thy foes in their nets be caught, And may their counfels come to nought!

Thruft them into that pit, which they Have dug for Chriftians purpofely. 5. That