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.

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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.

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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.

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6. Bleft

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.

Graces

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!

Thou

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

feafon

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

Truft.

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?

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