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Thou art their Light too,
Sweetest rest, Jesu!
From all misery
may and daily bolder 'Tis well, as if from thence should Cast all Mis'ry on thy Shoulder, come
Which I feel in me; The violet's and the Rose's bloom. Draw me quite in Thee. 5. No, I shall ne'er deject my heart
Wake me right, that so By thinking on my mortal Part ; my Course pursue
Tho' mean, tho' base, tho'vile it be, Towards thee, with love most tender, 'Twill put on Immortality.
So that Satan me can't hinder 6. 'Tis not because Dependant here,
By his craft or force. I poorly fill a narrow Sphere :
Course! To cast our destin'd Lot aside, 6. Give me Courage good, Is not humility but Pride.
That my Wealth and blood 'Tis not because in life below
I may lose for thee with gladness, Í little act, and little know ;
And hate Flesh's lustful madness. Is Knowledge and in Pow'r there's Grant me this, my God!
Thro' thy precious Blood: Unlimited, but God alone. 8. What! in my self then can I find
688. No cause, for Lowliness of mind ? Ah, yes! for Sin what thought can
D wle Cellg if die feel, bear! Tis'there I fink! 'tis wholly there ! How happy is the soul,
Who, while here in mis'ry's
Loveth Jesus heartily,
Lives in him contentedly!
Sweetest Rest, Jesu! And the Crown is to her giv'n
Lord, watch each hour o'er us !
Ach Moment I turn me,
Ak not what I do?
In the Sabbath's joy
He himself draws nigh. 689.
4. Here all grief is drown'd,
Pure Delight is found, aco Derr, gib acht.
Which no forrows are impeding ;
And in joys to joys succeeding,
Such Delight is found,
Where all grief is drown'd.
caliederunt ein augenblick.
F my Time one Minute more
My Friend well-beloved !
Keep me also, thro' thy pow'r,
Grant I may n't be moved !
Ein'n leden augenblick.
Lord Jesu! unto thee;
My Spirit does adore thee,
My heart sinks down before thee : 690.
Embrace me, my dear Saviour,
And leave, O leave me never.
Zulezt gehts wohl.
T last he's well, who thro' the
Blood of Jesus
Was righteous, and an Heir of God 2. Don't disturb me now,
while here: Al not what I do ;
At last comes on the acceptable year, I'm gone thro' the Vail to meet him, The withd-for Day, on which all Jesus comes, and I must greet him, sorrow ceases,
2. At last are conqu’rors crown'd, Stephen too ’mong the Waldenses ; with garlands glorious,
Many Martyrs did the same. And from the field brought to their
7. He that to the Cross was fixed, heav'nly Home ;
Sits in Majesty on high ; There to th’enjoyment of that Reft He that here was griev'd and vexed; they come,
Reigns now ever gloriously.
8. Heav'nly Records shew the Num.
bers 3. At last God's Servants
Of all who his Cross confess’d,
And the Bridegroom faith : dear Which Paradise, life's kingdom does
Members ! afford,
Come, and keep the nuptial Feast. They are made like the Angels of the Lord ;
9. Bear then the reproach of Jesus, But first they must go thro' a scene Sing to him new songs of praises,
Ye his Brethren all, and come! of weeping
E'en in cruel Martyrdom. 694.
10. Bonds and stripes, and tribula.
tion Gluck zu Creutz von ganzem Herzen.
Are like honourable Crowns ;
Shame is our glorification,
Jhr tochter Zions die ihr nicht.
Aughters of Zion, who're no
Thou’rt to me a welcome guest! Thy pain gives no sad sensation,
And thy Burden's light confeft.
Ignominious it can't be :
'Tis no fruit of roguery,
tion, For which Stephen, full of faith, Suffer'd 'mong the Jewish nation
And was put to cruel Death. 4. And our faireft Bridegroom, Jesus
Hath himself been crucify'd ; When by Blood he would release us,
On the shameful Cross he died. 5.
With sweet love and consolation
To his servants he appears, When, in fuff 'ring Tribulation,
They thed many bitter tears. 6. Hieronymus Pragenfis, Hicklit, Hus, went here thro'
In Babylonian night,
From false Sectarian Light ;
your Faith's chear
Unto his Heart does bring. 3. How strong was that great Cove.
nant When he rose from the Grave, When his Death's power unto him
Many Companions gave!
When this Oil o'er the Body Atream'd, And crown the King, God Son, Of which we now take
With thousand Crowns, as a reward 5. Jerufalem, thon Mother bleft!
For his Redemption. The Spirit does beget
7. And now, 'till to the Wedding day, Us in thee, thou doelt suckle us, We will keep on our Path, Thou doek us educate.
And wait, till we are perfected, 6. Increase thy Children's number
In Patience, Love and Faith, still,
End of the First Part.