5. Praife him with Hearts and Voices, | 2. The waking Trumpets all shall

324.

O come, O Lord, our Judge and

King!

Come, change our mournful notes,
to fing

Thy praise for ever, Amen.

322.

Herr Jefu Chrißt dich zu uns wend.

I.

Das walten deine wunden.

T

HY Wounds, Lord, be my fafeguard,

Where e'er my foot shall move: Laft Night they from all hazard Have kept me; in like Love

1. LORD Chrift, reveal thy holy Grant this Day each petition,

And fend the Spirit of thy grace,
To fill our hearts with fervent zeal
To learn thy Truth, and do thy Will.
2. Lord, lead us in thy holy Ways,
And teach our lips to tell thy Praife:
Increase our Faith, and raife the
fame

If 't with thy Will agree;
My Will break, and new-fafhion
My Manners after Thee.
2. That Faith in me, O Father,
Confirm t'ward Jesus Christ,
Which trufts Grace altogether,
And no Works in the leaft;
Since He for fin did fuffer,

Thou wilt me not refuse :
The word divine and Proffer
Was, He'd atone for us.

To taste the sweetness of thy Name.
3. Till we with Angels join to fing
Th'eternal praise of thee, our King;
Till we behold thy Face moft bright 3.
In joy and everlasting Light.

4. To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in one,
Be honour, praise and glory giv'n
By all on Earth and all in Heav'n.

With that Hope me replenish,
Which lets to Death none fink;
Love alfo, which to minish

Its Kindness ne'er does think,
For men's unjustly hating;

But without narrow Views,
To ferve is meditating.

Ev'n as ourselves, our Foes.
4. Amidst this world's profaneness,
Truth's Confeffor make me;
In prim'tive way and plainness

Let me thy Servant be:
Let neither Fear nor Int'reft

From thy path make me flip;
Nought rend me from the tend'reft
Conjunction with thy Sheep.
5. Lord Chrift! I give thee praises;
On me thy Benefits
To show'r, as each day paffes,

Thy Hand ne'er intermits.
Thy Name I'll be extolling,

For thou alone art good :
With thy Flesh me be filling,
To drink give me thy Blood.

"T

O God the Lord be render'd
Due Thanks for many hun-
dred

And thousands of his Favours,
Whereof we've been receivers:
2. Soul, Body, and each Power,
He was thereof Beftower :
And 'tis his conftant Watching
Guards them from damage catching.
3. He gives the Body viands,
The Soul lives by Affiance,
Altho' fuch mortal Bruifes
Man's Fall of old diffufes.

4. We now have a Physician,
Life is his Definition:
Chrift, who was murder'd for us,
Renews our Health more glorious.
5. Word, Sacraments, our Mafter
Has left with us as Plaifter;
The Holy Ghost does teach us
To count them efficacious.

6. Thro' him is Sin forgiven,
And Life begun : in Heaven
What gifts we shall inherit,
No tongue can now declare it.
7, Thy Mercies, which ne'er alter,
We beg henceforth to shelter
Us, from the leaft to th' greatest:
Such Love thou meditateft.
8. In all Truth keep us upright,
Give Parrhefy and infight
To praife thy Name for ever,
Thro' Jefus Christ our Saviour.

327.

Hilf dass ich wohl erwege.

L'

ET me, Lord, fweetly ponder,
What Sleep doth fignify,
Nightly down-lying yonder?
Twixt Bed and Grave I fpy
A welcome parity.

2. I'm like a Man deceased,
And fee no more nor hear;
I reft, like one released

From Earth's tie; and nought
know,

Till day-break, how Things go. 3. I rife up in the Morning,'

And find my Strength reftor'd:
Then, my care's weight returning,
To balance, does God's Word
Rich ghoftly Joy afford.
4. I furely fhall in brightness
Once, Jefu, fee thy Face,
My Friend, the faithful Witness,
Who for me fmarted has,
And for all Adam's Race.

328.

Schlaf fanft und wohl.

A Cradle Hymn.

1. Leep well, my Dear! fleep fafe
1. See and
and free,

The holy Angels are with thee,
Who always fee thy Father's face
And never flumber, nights nor days.
2.Thou ly'ft in Down, foft ev'ry way;
Thy Saviour lay in Straw and hay;
Thy Cradle is far better drest,
Than the hard Crib, where he did
reft.

3. None dare disturb thy prefent eafe;
He had a thousand Enemies :
Thou liv'ft in great fecurity;
But he was punish'd, and for thee.
4. God make thy Mother's health
increase,

To fee thee grow

in ftrength and

grace,
In wisdom and humility,
As Infant-Jefus did for thee.

5. God fill thee with his heav'nly
light,
Tofteer thy Chriftian courfe aright;
Make thee a tree of bleffed root,
That ever bends with godly fruit.
6. Those children are to God moft
dear,

That learn the leffon of his fear:
And Infants are by Jefus Chrift
Moft kindly bleft,embrac'd and kifs'd.
7. Are not the joys of God above,
Giv'n to the Children of his love?
Who'd fee above his holy Face,
Muft here become a Child of grace.
8. Be thou like Chrift, that bleffed

Child,

Moft pious, innocent and mild,
Who foon did ev'ry grace display;
And, tho' a God, he learnt t'obey.
9. God glorify his Child in thee;
His Spirit guide thy infancy;

Chrift to poffefs, and follow Chrift,
Of all attainments is the higheft.
10. From what he fuffer'd, did, and
faid,

Thou haft more Profit than he had;
'Twas thine entailed misery

Made him become a Child like thee.
11.If thou conform'ft thy mind to his,
Thou art entitled to that Blifs,
Which that incarnate God regain'd
For all whom Adam's fin had ftain'd.
12. Soon in this World will finish'd
be

What task God may defign for thee;
We all a Minute wait from God,
To add one laft fleep, and conclude.
13. Then comes the roufing trumpet's
blaft,

When Christ will take his feat with
hafte ;

And whofoe'er walk'd with Him here
In meek, but faithful character.
14. Sleep now, my Dear, and take
thy reft;

And if with riper Years thou'rt bleft,
Encrease in Wisdom day and night,
Till thou obtain'ft th'eternal Light.