A Collection of Hymns of the Children of God in All Ages, from the Beginning Till Now. In Two Parts. Designed Chiefly for the Use of the Congregations in Union with the Brethren's Church

5. Thou shalt thy Parents honour

pay,

Father and Mother both, I fay.
Thou must hate no Man whomfoe'er
Left thou become a Murderer.

6. No other man's Wife ever mind,
But to thy own prove chafte and kind.
If Giving's of thy joys the chief,
Thou never wilt become a Thief.

.Tell never Lies, which may or can
7.
Offend or hurt thy Fellow-man;
Befriend him rather, and be he
Who his Repute guards tenderly.
8. Of Covetousness well beware,
T'invade no things or perfons dare,
Which Providence by wife decree
Gave to thy Friend, and not to thee.
9. Here is God's Law! thou Man,

adore!

Behold the Reasons too, wherefore
We read in Gospel-days that Law;
First, thee in Godlinefs to awe.
10. The other, and the principal,
To fhew thee, that ftill fince the Fall
A Badness in thy Flesh is hid,
Which makes thee fhun thy Benefit.
11. O Jefus Chrift! we thee im-
plore,

Our Mediator and Saviour,
Our Holiness 'fore God to be,
On whom fhould we rely but thee?

434.

Wie foll ich dich empfangen.

2. Whilft with her fweetest flowers
Thy Sion ftrews thy Way,
I'll raife with all my powers
To thee a grateful Lay :
To thee the King of glory
I'll tune a fong divine;
And make thy Love's bright story
In graceful numbers shine.
3. What haft thou not performed,
Lord to retrieve my Loss,
While I was fo deformed

By Sin and hellish drofs?
Fair gifts of my Creation

Quite fpill'd, made me despair;
But thy own Incarnation

Brought my Redemption near. 4. I lay in Fetters groaning, Thou cam'ft to fet me free.

My fhame I was bemoaning:

With Grace thou cloathedit me.
Thou raisedst me to Glory;
Endow'dft me with thy Bliss,
Which is not tranfitory,

As worldly treasure is.
5. This caus'd thy Incarnation,
This brought thee down to me!
Thy Thirst for my falvation

Contriv'd my Liberty!

O Love beyond all measure,

Wherewith thou doft embrace Mankind, 'midft all that preffure

Which, fince the Fall, takes place. 6. Let this confideration

Heal up your wounds within,
Ye Sons of defolation,

That feel the fmarts of Sin!
Be not caft down, your Helper

OW fhall I meet my Sa- You have before the gate:

HOW

viour?

How fhall I welcome thee?
What manner of behaviour
Is now requir'd of me?
Let thine Illumination

Guide heart and hand aright,
That this my preparation
Be pleafing in thy fight.

He, who your heart's Diftemper
Relieveth, here doth wait.

7. 'Tis none of your endeavour

Nor any mortal care
Cou'd draw his fovereign Favour
To finners in despair:
Uncall'd he comes with Gladness,
To fave you from the Fall,

And

And cure all Griefs and fadness

He knows ye're clogg'd withal.
8. Be not caft down nor frighted
At fin, tho' ne'er fo great;
No! Jefus is delighted
The greatest to remit.
He comes, repenting Sinners
With life and love to crown;
And make them happy winners
Of glory like his own.

Then fear not ye the clamour
Of Satan and his clan :
The Word, his pow'rful hammer,
Destroys their wicked plan.
He comes, the King of glory,
Whofe Nod confounds their hoft;
He opes a path before ye,

And baffles all their boast.
ro. He comes to pass a sentence
On all his enemies :
But children of Repentance

Shall meet with love and peace.
Come, Prince of grace and wonder!
Fetch-thy Beloved home;
Reveal thy glories yonder;

Thy longing Spouse fays, Come!

435.

Now bly lies,

5.Thou in a manger ly'ft with beafts, There thou a little Infant reft'st ; Tho' thou'rt theHeathen's Light and friend,

No fervant's found on thee t'attend. 6. I thank thee, loving Lamb! that

thou

Mün ́er liegt in leiner krippe.
OW in his manger he fo hum-On my account didft ftoop fo low;
And as thy Spirit gives me grace,
I'll be thy Servant, if thou please.
7. I'll fing thy Hallelujahs here
Before the fouls, and never tire;
And when I yonder gain my place,

And both to me and thee thus fweet-
ly cries :

"Forget, my brethren, all

"Grief and Pain!

your

"For what you have not, that I I'll fing an endless Age of praife.

"bring again.

Ermuntre dich,mein Schwacher geilt.

"A'

Rife my fpirit, leap with joy,
Receive with great defire

The Father, who's a new-born Boy,
The Child and Ages-fire!

This is the night in which he came,
Was born, and put on humanFrame,
The World, his Bride, to vifit,
As Bridegroom to folicit.

[439.]

Das neugebohrne Kindelein.

2. Welcome, thou sweetest Bride-T

groom, good!

O Jefu King of glory!

HE new-born Babe, whom
Mary bore,

Jefus, God blefs'd for evermore!
Brings in another Year of grace

Welcome, thrice welcome, Lamb of For his beloved chofen Race.

God!

To this World tranfitory!

I will repeat thy laud and praise,
With all my heart all future days,
For thy bleft Incarnation
Procured my falvation.

3. Ah Jefu thy unworthy Bride
Deferveth to be loathed,
And yet thou hast her to thy felf
Upon the Cross betrothed :
She's nothing elfe but infamy,
Curfe, darknefs, death and mifery;
Yet for her (O Love's rapture)
Thou layeft down thy Sceptre.
4. O lovely Child, O fweeteft Boy!
O beauty beyond measure!
My Brother, whom I dearly love

Above all this world's treasure: Come, deareft! come, and lodge with

2. Therefore the Angels do rejoice,
Since'tis their pleasure,joy and choice
To be with us: they fing fo mild,
"God is with Mankind reconcil'd.!
3.Is God in heaven now our Friend,
Who then would fear a strengthlefs
Fiend?

We neither hell nor devil fear,
Since Chrift the Child protects us

here.

4. He brings along a Year of praife,
Why do we then complain always?
Be glad my foul, arife and bless
This Child who changes our Distress.

(These two, as well as N° 433. are from the 16th Century.)

440.

Jefu meine freude.

1. TESUS, Source of Gladness,

1.J Comfort in all fadnefs,

Thou canft end my grief: Lord, thy fight I'm wanting, While my heart is panting After thy Relief.

Saviour Chrift, my Lamb and Priest! Heaven and earth without thy treafure

Can afford no pleasure. 2. Under thy Protection Hell and Sin's injection

Cannot hurt my heart;
Storms may roar and thunder,
Satan feek to plunder,
Vain is all his art!

441.

Lightning's Glare, which elfe would

fcare,

Cannot now shake my Foundation,
Chrift is my falvation.
3. I defy all Evil,
Sword, death, hell and devil,

With their flavish fear:
Tho' the world's me ftinging,
Yet I will be finging;

For my God is near."
Satan's clan may curfe and ban;
Earth and Hell, howe'er they riot,
Yet muft foon be quiet.
4. All ye worldly treasures,
With your finful pleasures!

Far from me remove: Honour and Ambition, Cease your oppofition To my facred Love.

Schatz uber alle fchazre.

Reafure above all treasure,

O Jefu fairest One! Thou'rt dear beyond all measure : In my poor Heart a throne (It now with Zeal doth languish) I have to Thee affign'd; 'Cause thou with thine own Anguish Haft heal'd my Pain of mind. 2. Joy, of my joy the Fountain, Thou Bread most heavenly! I'll pafture on thy mountain, My Soul's need fatisfy: With marrow and with fatness, With joy exceeding great,

With Comfort and with sweetness,

Ev'n in a fuff'ring State.

Come death, pain, with all your 3. Let me now be perceiving

train ;

Your affaults fhall but difcover

How I love my Lover.

5. I would leave for Jefus
All the gold of Crafus,
Pleasure, Praise and Pow'r :
Sin, thou great Deceiver,
Now fubfide for ever,

Lift thy head no more.
One Adieu I give to you,
Death more fitly call'd than Living:
I'm in Chrift believing.
6. Fly, ye gloomy Spirits!
Jefus with his Merits

Is my guard and Prop; Those that love th’Anointed, Shan't be disappointed

Of their living Hope. Somewhat here I patient bear, But Chrift turneth ev'n my Sadnefs Into Joy and gladness.

Thy friendly Countenance ! My heart for to enliven

With that moft powerful glance : Without thee to be living,

Were to my heart great pain;
But 'fore thee to be moving,
Is Health, and joy, and gain.
4. O Well of life! I fervent

Pant for thee, sweetest Rest! Thou faithful Church's Servant, Think'st thou fome Trouble beft For me? I'll gladly fuffer,

And no pain fhall me move (Tho' frightful it fhould offer) From thy most tender love. 5 My Heart remains giv'n over To thee perpetually, To die, to live; and rather,

O Fair one! I'd with thee
In hotteft fire be sweating,

Than want thy Company,
And be in Paradife fitting
With pain and infamy.
6. Earth's glory to inherit,
I'm not at all inclin'd;

For

For heavenly is my Spirit,

And my whole heart and mind: Where Chrift himself discloses,

There I do long to be;
And where he buildeth Houses,
That is the Place for me.
7. Now Jefu, love's pure Fire,

Come fetch me to thee home:
To thy Breast I aspire,

My foul's Adornment! come. Rich I fhall be, and chearful,

When once thro' thy free grace, I, fnatch'd from all that's hurtful, Have gain'd my heav'nly Place.

2. Draw near! thou wilt discover, Late bloody Sweat all over

His Body ftains and dyes;
Out of his Heart most noble,
For inexhaufted trouble,

Sighs are fucceffive following
Sighs.

3. Who hath thee thus abused,
My Health! and so much bruised

Thy tend'reft, lovelieft Face? Why! thou'rt no fin's tranfactor, Thou art no malefactor,

Like others of the human Race. 4. I, I and my tranfgreflions, Which by my own confeffions,

Exceed the fea-fhore Sands; Thefe, thefe have been the reafon Of thy whole bitter Season, Of all thy bruises, ftripes and bands.

5. 'Twas I ought to've been pained And faft for ever chained

Both hand and foot in Hell; The Bands and Scourge's tearing, Which, thou, myGod! wert bearing, My foul, my foul deferv'd to feel. 6. I'll be 'mongst the beholders, How thou on thy own Shoulders Bear'ft my prodigious load : Thou tak'ft the Curfe-infliction, Giv'ft for it Benediction;

My Cordial is thy Pains and rod. 7. As Surety thou prefenteft Thyfelf, to fmart confenteft For me in Debt all o'er ; A crown of Thorns thou wearest, The scorn and pain thou beareft

With Patience never known before. 8. Into Death's jaws thou leaping, Provid't for my efcaping,

That I this Hurt mayn't prove; My Death thou for me carry'ft, And then with thyself bury' ft,

O most unheard-of fire of Love! 9. Thro' all life's hours and stations, I'm under Obligations,

The highest, to thee, Lamb!
As far as they are able,
Shall Soul and Body, ftable,

Devote their service to thy Name.
10. To thee, while here I'm living,
I have nought worth the giving:
Yet one thing fhall not fail;
Thy Death and Paffion ever,
Till foul and body fever,

Shall in my Heart's recefs prevail. 11. Its fresh Representation Shall ftir my admiration,

Where'er I turn or move;
I'll take it for my mirrour
Of Innocence, for terror

To guile, but Seal of Truth and
Love.

12. How greatly man incenfes
The LORD by his Offences,

God's Holiness how ftern,

How

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