And then the Son of Man decreed 7. Gall was his drink, his Flesh they tear With thorns and nails; a cruel fpear With what a Tide are wash'd again That reconcil'd the World again': Befprinkled with his facred Gore, 9. All glory to the facred Three To Father, Holy Ghoft and Son I. Name. HEN Shades and dark- And tapers yield a pleafant light, Reafon was that inferior light, 2. Of potent Monarchs crowned, His might's like thine declared ! Can be with thee compared! They They hold their Throne and trea- | Thou gav'ft; and when I come to fure Only while 'tis thy pleasure. 3. Immeasurable is th' extent Of thy vaft Domination : All's under thy wife Government, Heav'n, Earth and ev'ry Nation; The greatest King is certainly The greatest debtor unto thee: Both poorer Sort and Princes Live all at thy Expences. 4. In thy Realm all goes orderly; All's put in execution Which is refolv'd upon: we fee No error, no confufion. Thy Work is to preferve, defend, To order, to begin and end: Of all things thou tak'ft Notice, And rul'ft with Truth and Juftice. 5. To thy all-over-ruling Hand Belongs Glorification, Bleft is he, who does understand To thee his Obligation. The least of all thy Subjects, I, Approach in deep humility Unto thy throne and Prefence, To pay thee due Obeifance. thee I plead his Interceffion : He does affure my heart, that I May fafely on that Grace rely, Which thou, who our fouls loveft In him, fo freely givest. 9. Whate'er I have, I give to Thee, Thou wilt vouchsafe to take it; My Heart muft my best Present be: And tho' 'tis poor and naked, Quite deftitute of worthiness; Yet thou'lt let it as worthy pass, Thro' the interpofition Of thy own Son's Petition. 10. Care for us ftill, preferve, defend, And rule with condefcenfion; We bear thy yoke; let Peace attend And joy our ev'ry Manfion. I long to see Thee homage done; And He who is my Flesh and bone Infures to me this comfort, That I'm his Kingdom's Confort. 679. 6. Here proftrate on my face I lie, Ich will dem Herren meinem Gott To thy Grace I commend me, Reach out thy Scepter graciously, Tho' nothing does attend me Which could move thy eye to look down ; I am a Worm 'fore thee, I own: I fhould fear sharp Correction: I am with thee in Favour, Thy wrath can hurt me never; 8. Because He intercedes for me, Whom for the World's tranfgreffion 1. loblingen. I'll fing unto my God the Lord I'll bring Thank-off ring unto my Creator. 2. But how fhall I, my Saviour, give thee bleffing? How can I worm fnd words thy Lauds expreffing? 3. I've nought to give, but what is thine already; Thine, O my God, is my Life, Soul and Body. tire. 680. Ich will einsam und gemeinsam. Aireft of all beauties, To my fainting Spirit Pleasure of my Thou canst joy impart : Spring of glad ning Water, Comfort in grief bitter! Shepherd, King, Deliv'rer Out of Sin's vile dirt. 2. In my Heart thy fairest Image be impreft! Uite alone, and yet not lone-With Faith, Love, Hope, furnish Q ly, I'll converfe with God my Friend; To all Objects whatsoever Befide him, I'll not attend : In the worldly Noife and hurry I cannot my moments spend.. 2, O thou sweet it bleft retirement, Where all Creatures filent are; Where the heart from grief deliver'd Draws to its Creator near, And, in pledge of Homage faithful, Gives the hand to Jefus dear! I decline all joy and pleasure Of this Time's uncertainty, I'll alone, and yet not lonely, With my God converfant be! In God live I, to God cleave I Here and in Eternity. 4. My dear Saviour did endeavour Still and free from noife to be; He did fpid in daily Labour Thirty Years right quietly; During which he watch'd and prayed At God's Gates moft faithfully. And fill my poor breast. Courage in Gef's fadnefs, Humble mind in Gladness, Be part of that Harness In which I am dreft. 3. Thy Spir't be my Love-pledge, The oil of my love; Thy deep Wounds the refuge Of me thy poor Dove; Thy Word my preceptor, My guide be thy Scepter, Till to the Efpoufals I. My foul once fhall move. der alles haett' vergeffen. Were all things perishable Quite forgot, that God alone, Whofe Grace is immeafurable And does chear the heart, be known. 2. O that we in Mercy's Ocean Ever haften'd to that Height, Where Where each grief-exciting Motion Unto him we must be join'd. 683. And the Spir't from both together 8. All must be in him confined, As the Building general. 'Twixt God and us be requir'd. 10. In the purest Godhead's Manfion Of nought human is made mention Yoert, ich will euch nicht verfche Except by the Intervention 1. weigen. Of depths, of fuch heights produductive, Which furpass things most effective; One I'll fhew you, who is All. Thro' two Heavens he was driven, Words,which could not utter'd be. 3. He faw ftrange things; and the fealed Myft'ries were to him revealed, And Salvation's Way explain'd. To the chamber of the King. 7. 'Tis him we greet in the Father, Whom one out of him must gather; Of this One, th'eternal Son. By poor finners is well known. Who's to-day as yesterday. 13. He's the Head of all, which vi- Can difcover, of each Legion, Throughout the whole Universe. With thee, Bridegroom of my foul. Thy Hand's Work, must be destroy'd! 16. O what joyful conclamation Will be heard, when for Salvation The whole blood-bought Congrega tion 1. 684. Ách komm du luffer herzens Gaft. "AH H come, thou my heart's fweetest Guest, Thou my foul's Recreation! With whofe Indwelling I am bleft In th' World's fad habitation. 2. Put out, O Spirit, all the fire That's kindled by a stranger: O lend thy hand to that Defire Which flies from the world's Danger. 3. Thy gracious Look fees in the Heart Sin's Dungeon's deep abyffes, But yet thou'lt not from me depart, Thou look'ft at Jefu's Bruifes. 4. Come, come, and now thy Supper keep With thy Child poor and weakly; Dart thy fweet Ray in me fo deep, That I be kindled quickly. 5. Thus God within the foul does dwell With all his choiceft Bleffing, And with his Powers he does fill All hearts his grace poffeffing. 6. The World is conquer'd, Satan's might Is then quite diffipated; The Spirit's joy and pure delight Hath Sin's luft captivated. 7. O gracious Spirit ftand by me, Be thou my kind Upholder: O make my Steps quite fure and free, And bear me on thy Shoulder! 8. Fight thou against my enemy, Then I fhall furely conquer; Tho' he rage ne'er fo furiously, Yet thou wilt be the Stronger. 9. Take, take my heart quite into thee, And strengthen it, my Saviour! I shall compleatly happy be I. 685. Unfre weißheit Jelu Chrikk. Hrift thou'rtWisdom unto me, And my Dowry is in thee: Haft thou not betrothed me 5. And fince thou, O Jesus Christ, 6. This is thy own Righteousness, 8, For my Will does fometimes run |