For God's own Son became a Man, That he 'mongst men might dwell. 5. As on the new-mown fields doth fall

The foft and gentle Rain, So fweetly enter'd he to us, To make us live again,

6. How bleflings from his Wings do flow,

To keep us from all ftrife! And from his ide, as from a fpring, Health and eternal life.

7. Did ever any eye behold

The Treasures of a King? Or when rich Gems are firft difclos'd? Such was his Opening!

8. 'Tis better far to fee him break, Than Morning to defcry,

9.

The world doth open lie.

'Tis true indeed, the stately Arch
That Solomon had rais'd,

The Holieft of Holies was,

Of all the World most prais'd.

10. 'Twas there the Higheft gave his Voice,

And alfo did abide,

The prefence of his glorious Face
Was feen there to refide.

11. He did both hear there, and was heard ;

A very heav'nly Place! But more divine by far was He, Who by that fhadow'd was. 12. I'm quite above myfelf, when I Thy Glory would conceive, The very hought of thee doth quite Me of myself bereave.

13. Let all come forth, and freely fee,

O fair and lovely One!

The Scepter and the treasury
Of thy Salvation.

14. We are thy Brethren, O thou far More fweet than Paradife :

19.

My fpirit thanksgiving fends.

I liv'd in a thick darkness once, A Mift did blind my eyes; But God tranflated me, and set My foul above the skies.

20. To be thy Subject, or thy flave, Is Son and Heir to be:

For why, thy fubjects, Lord, are crown'd

With Immortality.

21. Thou fill't my foul, how good it is

To ferve this Majefty. Whofe Service is eternal life,

And perfect liberty!

22. To him that us, of caft-aways, Hath made the Priests of God, And by his Blood hath freed us from The Law's revenging rod; 23. To him, that left his Heav'n, to fave

Us from eternal Death; Be giv'n all Honour, laud and praise, By each thing that hath breath.

Had He not dy'd, I furely had; Death was prepar'd for me, Eternal Death, the mouth of hell, Wide open I could fee.

5.

Then would th'eternal wrath of
God

Have lick'd me up as flame,
And as the fire he would have burnt

And rafed out my Name.

6. But who should e'er have thought that he

Glorious eternal King, Would e'er have left his Throne, to lay

Down fuch an Offering? 7.That he would have debas'd himfelf

For fuch a Wretch as I,
And for the very child of death,

To condefcend to die? 8. Of God Almighty's wrath alone The Wine-prefs he did tread ; The weight he bore was wondrous great,

Water and blood he shed.

thou

Belov'd of God above; They'd ftrength and all commanding pow'r,

But thou the ftrength of Love. 14. O ftrange! did God come down from heav'n,

And for man, Man was made; Nay, did he suffer for poor man, Thofe Torments as you faid? 15. And is myself a Man, for whom That mighty God did die? What I the pooreft, vileft worm, The fon of mifery.

16. O worthy of far greater love,
Than my close breast can hold;
Let it by all Pofterity

To their fons fons be told.
17. This is a Wonder sure, but I
As great a one can tell :
My Saviour only did not die,
But I myself as well.

18. As a third Thief upon the Cross

With Chrift I hanged was, And when on his, then on my head, Sentence of Death did pass.

Yet off he did not throw Thofe Curfes he did bear for me, That I his love might know.

ment-day!

At that fame very hour,

The Prince of darkness was caft out, And spoil'd of all his pow'r.

Prince,

The prince of death became, The roaring Lion vanquish'd was By th' undefiled Lamb.

21. Then both the Son, and fons of God,

Yea all the World, I fay, According to God's righteous laws Did país a Judgment-day.

What endless was, has end: O endlefs Mercy this, O pow'r, To which all things fhall bend.

30.

And now I live, blessed be God! To bless my blessed King, And fongs of my deliverance For evermore to fing.

31. What if as yet I were not freed, My Ransom not yet paid?

wool,

Or Shadow did it pass,

Or like the foftly gliding streams, Or dew on tender grass. 23. 'Twas nothing like that ment-day

To have the Judgment stay'd?

32. Say, should I sheep and Oxen

That draweth on so fast, Which fhall be with the voice of Trump,

With ftorms and tempefts blast. 24. "Twill be a fearful day indeed: But that was fearful too,

When God's own Son amazed stood, And quite aftonifh'd grew ;

25.

When he sweat Blood, and to God cry'd

To take away the Cup,

bring,

The firitlings of my flock,
offer up fweet frankincenfe,
The fat of all my stock?

33. Did I, as Job, for hungry fouls My beft provifions drefs,

And with my warmeft garments cloath'd

34.

My Brother's nakedness;

If I the fatherless had took,
And counted as my own;
Or if a Temple I had rear'd,

As once did Solomon;

35.Tho' for the poor I Houses built, Or fchools for Prophets made;

world,

Altho' the fun was up.

26. Myself did fuffer, for to me

His very Self he gave ; And when he dy'd, then was myfelf Bury'd with him in's Grave." 27, Three days under Death's hands I lay ;

He domineer'd o'er me, And as infulting conquerors, Ev'n fo triumphed he.

28. Now all, as watch in th'night, is

pat:

Death his death's wound I gave! But all in Chrift, thro' whom befide, Eternal Life I have.

fum'd

flesh

In never-ceafing Tears, Had Hunger eaten up my And beauty of my years; 40. Had I been whipp'd with cords of brass.

Or did my flesh incise, With hope to be, like Baal's priefts, Myfelf the facrifice:

41. Yet this could ne'er have equal been

With death and darkness-chains; There's no comparison 'twixt these And Hell's eternal pains.

42. These things are true, as truth itself,

And feal'd with God's own Seal: O happy is the man, whose heart The Spirit of God doth fill!

(What could he more have done? } Were e'en the goodliest and best

Of his beloved Son.

7. My garment fmelt of Caffia,
And other precious stems;
The ground-work was refined Gold,
Belet with fhining gems.

8. The King himself, to fhew his love,

His endless love to me, From his own fhoulders took the Robe

9

Of spotless purity.

What greater glory could there be, Than to be cloath'd with God? He drew his Skin upon my fkin,

His Blood upon my blood. 10. Thus was I made the bleffed Man, Whofe wickedness was hid, To whom the Lord imputes no fin, Of all that e'er I did. 11.Oblefs'd be God! I put on Chrift, His Righteoufnefs, his Spirit, His Body, Soul, his skin, his flesh, His Form I did inherit.

12. How chang'd I was, how altered! I was not now the fame, For I of mortal man the fon

Of God himself became. 13. To work my endless mifery, Satan was ftrongly bent; To rob and captivate my Soul, It was his fole Intent. 14. My poverty became my Wealth; I got by that I loft;

Becoming poor, I was made rich,
And got the Holy Ghost.

15.

And now, O Satan, what haft thou

Against God's Son to fay?

cleans'd

My fpotted Leprofy,

My foul deformity.

Alas he flipt away!

16. I am the man that ne'er knew fin,

Thou would'ft the old Man have,
But he with Christ was crucify'd
And bury'd in his grave.
17. Thou for a child of Belial
Eternal pains dost breed :
But I am fon and heir of God,
Begotten of his Seed.

18. If God, the Lord, but justify,
If he but fet me free,
Dares any be fo rafhly bold,
As to difquiet me?

19. 'Tis Chrift that dy'd, nay more,

'tis he

'Tis freely giv'n, as Air, or breath,
It nothing did me cost.
26. In this I truft, on this alone,

As on a rock, I ftay:
And furely it will current pafs

At the great Judgment-day. 27. For why? I righteous fhall appear,

Being with Chrift array'd, And unto God's own Image chang'd, By whom I first was made.

28. Then Chrift himself in Man shall fee

The glory of his Face,

As in a Glafs he shall behold
His own reflected Grace.

425.

IS true indeed, that for a while

'T'

earth;

Alas it would not do!

22. His by Creation, Adam had;

I this, by God's free Love;

And 'tis a Jewel that I prize
All earthly wealth above.

23.

O may it fhine alway!

With mine together meet! 3. And thus, unkind altho' I was, My Father yet was kind; And gladly took,whom all the World Had caft out of their mind.

4. The world forfook me, but the

Heav'ns

Wide open spread their gates: Thus he the Darling is of God, Whom foolish worldling hates.

v'n,

in

For ever I must boast:

In death my life I found; And thinking I was vanquish'd quite,

My head with joy was crown'd. 6. O bleffed Peace! and bleffed day, On which this peace was wrought! For ever be thou blefs'd, O Chrift, Whofe Blood our fouls hath