In fhewing forth thy praises:
And all what thou hast done for me,
Shall, deep as it can poffibly,

Sink in my heart's recesses.

7. That will true comfort to me yield,

In all my Circumstances: In combat it fhall prove my Shield, In griefs, what Joy difpenfes : In happy hours, the fecret Sweet; And when I loath all other meat,

This Manna fhall support me ; In thirst it fhall my Well spring be, In folitude my Company,

At home, and on my journey. 8. What hurts me now the fting of Death?

Thy Blood my life remaineth; When by the fun I'm fcorch'd, this hath

A pow'r which fhades and fcreeneth;

Yea when Soul's pain doth seize my breaft,

I find in thee a Couch and rest,

As on their beds fick people Thou art, when Storms of trials blow,

And tofs my veffel to and fro,

My Anchor too and cable.

9. And when at last with chearful-
nefs

The glorious Hall I enter,
Thy Blood fhall of my Wedding-

drefs

Be then the only fplendor; It will be for my head the crown, When ftanding 'fore the Father's

throne,

thee,

Prefent me as thy Purchase.

?

And not remove my Anguish.
2. O Jefu, Source of grace!
I feek thy loving Face,
Upon thy invitation,
With deep humiliation;
O let a Blood-drop cover,
And wash my foul all over.
3. I thy unworthy child,
Corrupt throughout and spoil'd,
Take all my Sins abounding,
Which are my foul confounding,
And into thy Wounds caft them,
From whence my health does haften.
4. Thro' thy so sporless Blood,
That precious purple flood,
Purge off all fin and fadness,
And fill my heart with gladness;
All my offences banish,
In that Sea's depth to vanish.
Thou shalt my Comfort be,
Since thou haft dy'd for me:
I am by thee acquitted
From all I e'er committed;
My Sins by thee were carry'd,
And in thy Tomb are bury'd.
6. Is my Corruption great?
Yet when I at thy feet
Thy facred Blood do gather,
Thereon truft altogether,
And creep to thee, tho' fickly;
My comfort breaks in quickly.

5.

7.

I know my Poverty : But ne'ertheless for me

Are all good things obtained,

Since Jelu's Blood was drained!

Thus

Thus filence I the devil,
Sin, hell and ev'ry evil.
8. Yea if a legion's hoft
Of devils me oppos'd,
And did round me affemble,

It should not make me tremble;
I'd point to the blood's Token,
And then their rage is broken.
9. Thy blood, that noble juice,
Does fuch a ftrength diffufe,
That the leaft Blood-particle,
Which from Gods wounds
trickle,

Can from the fiend deliver
Ten thousand Worlds for ever.
10. Lord Jefu Chrift! in thee
I truft eternally:

I know I fhall not perish,
But in thy Kingdom flourish;
For fince thou ft death endured,
This is for me procured.

3. Now I can fee Jefu's Side Unto my heart open wide.

11. Lamb, ftrengthen thou my heart
By th' Spirit, to depart
From ev'ry thing for ever,
Which Thee and me could fever.
Keep me, thou white and ruddy!
A Member of thy Body.

448.

Jefu blut komm über mich.

1. JEf

Efu's Blood come over me! I thirst for it heartily : Jefu's Blood, O come and stay O'er my body and foul, I pray. Come o'er me, my highest Good! Come and ftay, Ó Jelu's blood, Fill my whole heart with thy flood. 2. Jefu's Blood I now can see : O, in faith, I verily

See my Jefus on the Cross,
And how his blood fresh there
flows:

Jefu's Blood, O run to me!
My heart does rejoice at thee,
Gathers thy drops eagerly.

3. Jefu's Blood come over me!
And flow thro' me constantly,
Whether I'm in joy or smart,
Whether World's or Satan's art
Would hurt me: come, when I
speak,

When I'm filent, ftrong, or weak;
When at laft my Heart-ftrings break.
6. Jefu's Blood! O come and glide
Thro' me, and in me abide.
Jefu's blood! ftream thro' the whole,
Thro' my Spirit, Body, Soul:
My heart pants and longs for thee,
Thirsting I beg heartily,
Jefu's Blood come over me!

Scourg'd and torn, and forely bruifed,

Thou the glorious Father's Son? Us to fet, the worst of wretches, Free from Hell and Satan's clutches!

Thousand, &c.

3. Thou, with more than lamblike Meekness,

Suffer'dft Death upon the cross : O, that my rebellious sickness

Had not been the fatal Caufe ! Thou wert curs'd for my Tranfgreffing,

To restore me to thy Bleffing.
Thoufand, &c.

4. Lord, thy deep Humiliation
Pay'd for my rebellious Pride;
Thy Breath's facred expiration

Puts iny Fear of death aside : All thy Grief and fhameful bondage Does redound to my Advantage. Thoufand, &c.

5. Lord I'll praife thee now and ever

For thy more than human Pain, For thy agonizing Shiver,

For thy Wounds and bloody Stain, For thy ftooping under Sentence Of eternal Wrath and vengeance : For thy love, my King benign, I will be for ever thine.

2. My choiceft Pearl and precious

crown,

God's and the Virgin Mary's Son,

Thou King of endless glory! Thou art compar'd to Sharon's Flow'r,

Thy Gospel and its faving pow'r
Is like pure milk and honey.
Lovely Lilly,

Yea Hofanna, heav'nly Manna!
Thy fweet Flavour

Be mine everlasting favour. 3. Thy love, fo pow'rful and divine, Dart deep into this heart of mine,

Thou brilliant Stone and Jewel!
Confirm me more and more to be
A Branch of thee, the living Tree,
That Self may lofe its fewel.
For Thee I figh,
Gratiofa cali rofa!

My heart's craving
To imbibe thy Odour faving.

Gracious Rose of Heaven.

4. From God descends a Glance of joy. When thou, with thy most friendly Eye,

Behold'ft thy love-fick creature ; Immanuel! my fov'reign Good! Thy Word, thy Spirit, Flesh and B'ood

Renew my very nature :
Grant me fweetly
Thine embraces, that the graces

Of Salvation

6. Tane all your ftrings of harp and lute,

If you can earthly mufic fuit
To fpeak celeftial Concords;
For nothing fhall difturb my Flame,
Which is attach'd to Jefu's Name,
The sweetest of all Comforts.
Joyful, awful,

Be the phrafes of our Praises,
('Tis our duty,)

'Fore the Lord of blifs and beauty. 7. My joy to all the world be known, That my Belov'd is that bright One, The Lord of Light and glory: He'll kindly bring me to that Place, Where all the wonders of his grace Shall lie disclos'd before me. Amen! Amen!

Write my name with thy pencil
Into the Church's lift,

And bind up in life's bundle

My Soul for ever fast!

vern

The fav'd Nations;

Come, I wait thee with impatience.

451:

Walet will ich dir geben.

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Arewell henceforth for ever,
Thou falfe World's empty
mode!
Chrift and his Grace's favour
Thy fyftem do explode.
In Heaven's my conversation,
Where fouls in him poffefs
A rich remuneration

For their fervices.
poor

2. Counfel me, deareft Jefus,
According to thy Heart!
If fmart gets leave to feize us,
Yet bid it foon depart.
O shorten all Affliction,

And strengthen my weak mind; Then at my Diffolution,

My heritage let me find. 3. May in my heart's receffes, Thy Name and Cross always