He's the Object of my love Here, and when from hence I move. 6. With my Jefus I will stay, For he is my new Creator; He's my Life, my truth, my Way, Leading me to living Water: Bleffed, who can fay with me, Chrift! I'll never part with thee.
Sin and darkness be quite loathed; Come into the Light where clearest, Duly mind what Dress thou wearest. For the gracious Lord by token,
Mein Freund if mir, und ich bin Ihm. Has thee as his guest bespoken:
He who Heav'n's Expanfe can ma
5. Tender Joy and childlike Trembling,
I find in me, paft diffembling; For the Food to which I'm bidden, And its Mode and manner hidden, Give me caufe for exclamation, Lord, how great's thy Operation! Who can paint with reafon's pencil Thy Omnipotence's Counfel?
6. No, our mind is far too shallow, In this Wonder thee to follow; How thy Bread's ne'er fpent nor wafted,
Though by many thousands tafted? How we with the grape's production, Get Chrift's Blood by myftic fuction? O the wonders deep and bleffed, By God's Sp'rit alone expressed. 7. Jefu! Sun which me enlightens, And my poor Existence brightens ! Ground of my Salvation's ftructure, My life's Source,my thought's inftru- Єtor,
At thy feet I here fall proftrate, Thy Aim let me no ways fruftrate; But to th' bettering my condition, And thy praise, share this Nutrition 8. Thou thro' love incomparable Didit from Heav'n stoop to a Stable; Thy pure Life, us to recover, To death's fury didst yield over; And for Ranfom peremptory, Gav'ft thy Blood, O Lord of glory!
This affords exhilaration, In thy love's Commemoration.
9. Jefu, Bread of life most dainty! Be this A&t to me not empty; Much less let me, to my Damage, Draw nigh, without hearty homage: But let me amidst this eating, Thy Love's Depth be penetrating, 'Till I hence fhall make tranfition To th' eternal Feaft's fruition.
All who have a mind to learn, What's their Life, Reward and glory,
Who the Chriftian Title earn; Who in ev'ry word and deed Honour God, and freely labour Show forth Chrift, who for 'em bled, For the Service of their Neighbour. 2. Bleffed are the poor in fpirit, Who Humility possess; And difclaim their own felf-merit, Conscious of their Nothingness; Who to God ascribe all Praise,
Resting on him all their days;
To fuch humble fouls in Heaven Crowns eternal shall be given. 3. Bleffed are the facred Mourners For Corruption yet within, And for all the Mocks of Scorners Both at piety and fin.
God, who numbers all their tears, All their fighs, and all their pray'rs, Will remove thofe fweet Lamenters Where no fin, nor forrow enters.
4. Bleft, who in a corn'd condition Bowing to the facred rod, Meekly bear the Fool's derifion And the infults of the proud, Leaving vengeance to the Lord, And obeying still his Word: To the Meek the Earth is given And the brightest crowns in Heaven.
Bleft are those who thirft and hunger For the sweets of Righteousness, In free Grace grow daily stronger: Then in all their Ways exprefs That fair Mind, that doth agree With the dove's fimplicity, Hating Fraud and all extortion: Sweetest plenty is their portion.
6. Bleft are those who with Compaf. fron
See their Fellow creatures Grief, And with joy embrace th'Occafion To adminifter Relief;
And who warmly to God's care Recommend them too by Pray'r : Such in heav'n firm root have taken, And shall never be forfaken.
7. Bleft are those who from subjection To the tyrant Luft are free, And with chafte and fweet Affection Follow truth and Purity! Who renounce the fway of Senfe, For the bands of Continence : Such fhall have an endless treasure Of the purest love and pleasure. 8. Bleft are thofe whofe pious labours, Truth and Unity and peace To establish with their Neighbours, Never vary, never cease; Whofe Behaviour ftill is feen Calm and fteady, and ferene. These wife fervants fhall inherit Richeft unction of God's Spirit. 9. Bleft are thofe who if Affliction Meets them on their Christian Road, Bear it without contradiction; Such fhall taste the joys of God Under the temptation fore, And when Diffolution's hour Has from ev'ry grief unbound 'em, Joys eternal fhall furround 'em.
Of thy bounteous Hand to me, To let my poor Neighbours fhare In my Plenty and my Pray'r. O my God, let me inherit All the graces of thy Spirit.
10. Lord, with all thefe fplendid "H
O, this day my Wishes crown; Form me by thy Love's embraces, And, O make me all thy own. Grant me true humility,
Faith and Zeal to live for thee. Have I Foes? if 'tis thy pleasure, Lead ev'n them to the fame Trea- fure.
11. Give me grace in all Conditions Firmly to adhere to thee; And, in all the exhibitions
E that confides in his Creator,
Depending on him all his days, Shall be preferv'd in Fire and water, And fav'd in many dang'rous Ways. He that makes God his Staff and stay,
Builds not on fand that glides away. 2. What gain'st thou by thy fleshly Caring?
What is it for, thou pin'ft away? Thy reft and health thou art impai
ring By fighs and groans from day to day!
Don't hearken to thy giddy Reason,
As if God had forsaken thee;
Whom Winds and feas obey, He'll be thy feet's Protector, He shall prepare thy Way. Rely on God, who good is, So fafe fhalt thou go on: Fix on his Work thy notice, So fhall thy Work be done. Thou canst make no Advances By felf-confuming care; No, he his Help difpenfes,
When call'd upon by Pray'r. 3. Thy Faithfulnefs eternal, Father! doth certainly
Thinking him happier, who this What's good or detrimental
Is glitt'ring in Prosperity. God by degrees may turn the scale, And fend an unexpected Gale.
6. God can this hour with ev'ry dainty
The poor man's Table amply spread; And trip the rich of all his plenty, And fend him out to beg his bread : God can do Wonders when he pleafe, Humble the one, the other raise. 7. Do thou with Faith discharge thy station,
Keep Gods Commands, and fing his praise;
Rely on Him for Preservation,
On whom the whole Creation ftays. The man, that's truly wife and juft, Makes God, and God alone his
For all thy Children fee: And whatfoe'er thou chooseft,
Thou doft, O Kings of kings; Thy Pow'r that Counsel wifeft Into fulfilment brings.
4. Thou ev'ry where haft paffage,
And all things ferve thy Might; Thy Act is bleffing's meffage,
Thy path unfully'd Light: When thou, O Lord, art moving, What fhall thy work withstand? When to thy children giving
Some grace, who'll stay thy Hand? 5. Poor foul! then with affurance
Hope ftill, be not difmay'd; He'll from this fhort Incumbrance Again lift up thy head: Tho' ftorms and clouds do threaten,
He gently clears thy Way; Wait but his time, they'll brighten Soon into joyous Day.
6. And is thy heart yet heavy? Still fink thy fpirits down?
'Tis needlefs grief, believe me, Let ev'ry care be gone. What tho' thou art not ruler?
Yet Heav'n and Earth and Hell Proclaim, God is Controller, And ruleth all things well. 7. Leave to his fov'reign Scepter To choose and to command; Thou'lt own anon with rapture, How wife, how strong his Hand. Beyond thy Wish extended
His Goodness will appear, When he hath rightly ended What caus'd thy needlefs fear. 8. Sometimes he his Assistance Does not directly shew, But acts as if at distance®
He flood, and purpos'd fo, To let things go at random, And be no more thy God, Thee rather to abandon
To ftruggle with thy Load. 9. Yet if he but discover
That thou art faithful still; When least thou hop'ft that Favour, He extricate thee will: Thy heart fhall get Exemption From that oppreffion fore, Which, from no ill Intention, It for a feafon bore.
10. Thou faithful child! how bleffed 'Twill be, when in the End, With much applause expressed,
A Crown will thee attend? God's felf the Palm-branch verdant Upon thee then confers, And thou'lt to him fing ardent,
Who turn'd to Joy thy Tears. 11. O Lord, thou seeft our weakness, Yet know 'ft what our hearts mean: Against defponding Slackness,
Our feeble Knees fuftain. Till, and beyond death's valley, Let us thy Truth declare; Yea then emphatically Boaft of thy Guardian care.
Warum Colt ich mich denn graemen.
7HY should I continue griev- ing;
Han't I fill Chrift my Hill, And my Saviour living? Who'll deprive me of Salvation, Which by faith Jesus hath Giv'n in expectation? 2. Naked was my firft Beginning On this Earth at my birth, Full of tears and finning: Naked will be my returning, When a damp on my lamp Makes it leave off burning. 3. Soul and Body, Life and Station, Are n't my own, God alone Gave me their poffeffion: Should he claim their Reftitution,
I'll adore, and restore
All without confufion.
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