TIS 686. IS not becaufe I fprung from nought, I bow with lowlinefs of thought; All but the Trinity most high, Was Nothing once as well as I. 2. 'Tis not because I dwell in Clay, Subject to sickness and decay; This Flesh if rightly I controul, 'Tis no pollution to my Soul. 3. 'Tis not because this outward skin Contains unfeemly Stench within ; Conceal'd 'tis well, as if, all o'er I breath'd perfume at ev'ry pore. 4. 'Tis not because this Carcass dead Will worms and Putrefaction breed; "Tis well, as if from thence fhould come The violet's and the Rofe's bloom. 5. No, I fhall ne'er deject my heart By thinking on my mortal Part; Tho' mean, tho' bafe, tho' vile it be, 'Twill put on Immortality. 6. 'Tis not because Dependant here, 7. 'Tis not because in life below none Unlimited, but God alone. 8. What! in my felf then can I find No caufe, for Lowlinefs of mind? Ah, yes! for Sin what thought can bear! How happy is the foul, 'Tis there I fink! 'tis wholly there! Who, while here in mis'ry's I. 687. Wer ist wohl wie da W WHO is like thee, who? To thy Beauty nothing reaches : hole, Loveth Jefus heartily, Lives in him contentedly! 2. That foul lives on earth in Heav'n, 3. If the fhould grow weak in faith, 689. Ach Herr, gib acht. Don't difturb me now, Afk not what I do? 3. In the Sabbath's joy, He himself draws nigh: Then from this Sun efficacious, Beam forth rays fo warm and gracious; In the Sabbath's joy 4. Here all grief is drown'd, Which no forrows are impeding; 1. Ord, watch each hour o'er us! And in joys to joys fucceeding, our pow'r Cannot direct or guide us : Therefore let me in thy Light fee, Whither thy Hand would lead us. 2. Where thou art not, there Satan's plot Is for us Babes too cunning: Stand before them as Centry, 4. Go out and in, O Grace's Shine! Where all grief is drown'd. Zulezt gehts wohl. T laft he's well, who thro' the Was righteous, and an Heir of God while here: At last comes on the acceptable year, The wifh'd-for Day, on which all forrow ceafes. 2. At 2. At last are conqu'rors crown'd | Stephen too 'mong the Waldenfes ; Many Martyrs did the fame. 7. He that to the Crofs was fixed, with garlands glorious, And from the field brought to their heav'nly Home; There to th'enjoyment of that Reft I. 694. Gluck zu Creutz von ganzem herzen. 7Elcome Crofs and tribulation ; Thou'rt to me a welcome guest! Thy pain gives no fad sensation, And thy Burden's light confeft. 2. Chrift's Reproach is full of glory, Ignominious it can't be : For when Chriftians fetters carry, 'Tis no fruit of roguery, 3. But it fhews Truth's demonstra- For which Stephen, full of faith, 5. hame, Sits in Majefty on high; He that here was griev'd and vexed; Reigns now ever gloriously. 8. Heav'nly Records fhew the Num. bers Of all who his Crofs confefs'd, And the Bridegroom faith dear Members! When this Oil o'er the Body ftream'd, Us in thee, thou doeft fuckle us, 6. Increase thy Children's number ftill, And crown the King, God-Son, With thousand Crowns, as a reward For his Redemption. 7. And now, 'till to the Wedding-day, We will keep on our Path, And wait, till we are perfected, In Patience, Love and Faith. End of the First Part: |