The Lord,whom all the finner's friend | 19. But when a poor awaken'd Heart Ev'n turns and winds with inward. confefs, But the fworn foe of felf-wrought righteousness. 14. The word portray'd on Crofs's wood Beams forth love's fiery rays in blood; That is: "Here hangs Immanuel, "The counter-part of Hazazel*. Nature ftarts back, condemns the fancy odd; fmart; Sin's horrid nature well perceives, That he can nothing do, believes, Longs to be fav'd, defprirs of Selfrelief; Such hardly turns, but Chrift demands his grief: 20. How are you? "O! I'm far from well, Confirms it with an Oath th' im- All in my blood, deferving Hell." mortal God: * Hebrew for the Scape-Goat. 15. Sure as I live! proclaims the Lord; (A fix'd Amen, whofe ev'ry Word, Whose word and work together ftand, By fpeaking, working his command, Who ne'er repents him of his firm Decree) Thou shalt, my Son, a Prieft for ever be. And bring in everlafting Righteousnefs. 17. The words rife glaring to our view, And each Believer feels them true; Feels that for him the Lamb of God Shed on the cross his precious Blood: Of little ufe all proofs, all means befide, The Chriftian he, who feels that Chrift has dy'd. 18. When any, thro' a beam of light, Can fee and own they are not right, But enter on a Legal Strife, Amend their former course of life, And work, and toil, and fweat from day to day; Such to their Saviour quite mistake the way. Then fpeaks the Friend of men: "Poor foul, There take thy Abfolution full! "Believe and ftand upright, my Robe put on, Keep thy eye fix'd on me, rejoice and run. 21. The Soul receives a fpirit new, To him fhe ftedfaft looks, believes, And does as Jefus bids her do: And feels the mighty Life he gives; She Aands upright, accepts the robe divine, Cries, "I am thine, my Love, and thou art mine.". 24. But, fhould unfeemly joy take | 29. The Lord himself gives forth the Word, Lord; place, When the reviews her works of grace; We preach moft gladly Chrift the Immediately comes holy Shame, Prefents fo many Faults by name, Blushing fhe turns to Jefu's Blood and sweat, Thanks God whene'er she can herself 23. And now in ev'ry time and place, O thou our glorious Head and Chief! And when we point thee out, do Thou Thou our Shibboleth fhalt prove. And deftin'd her in blifsful realms to Man's own Strength (abhor'd at length) dwell. But whisper, and not thunder loud, That Men, by nature, are both deaf Would fome fine harangue now Tho' it curious feem, profound, Our Ears it just rushes by! While our minds to grasp it try, Knowledge and nought elfe affords, And have but two Words to tell; What alone can make us well: In what men call knowledge, blind; If not ev'ry Matter is Tinctur'd thro' and thro' with this; Yet 1 6. This to us appeareth thus, As tho' one a doubt should move 10. Who Him feels, gets juft ideas; * Acts xx. 28. Mat. xxvi. 28. Tho' to th' wife it hid remains. This I always wish'd and pray'd, To a Man, who lives, walks, ftands," That the Heart convert the Head;" How, that he's alive he'll prove? It would fure the Man amaze, That one questions what one fees; Yea he might well argue hence, Has the Afker his right fenfe! 7. Each muft fee, what Blessings we Hold, fince Jefus and his Blood The Church dear embrac'd more near, And fince 'tis our only Good. For, thro' that rich fap we live, It for all things Pow'r doth give: Gladly we'd speak on this theme, Of what ftrength is Grace's stream! 8. Rather feem in men's esteem Fools, than hereof filent be. Ah! 'tis found, this can lose ground, (And it happens frequently) Yea can foon degenerate, When on Words is laid the weight, For, while one fo looks at these, The Pow'r faileth by degrees. 9. Should it be propos'd to me, Which of two things I would choose; (And 'twas fo, that of the two I must needs one part efpouse :) To feel, ev'n with phantafy, I'd choose 'fore Philofophy: Controul God!* that's Labour loft; Feeling, well-try'd, will grow juft. + Acts xvii. 27. * 1 Cor. i. 29. And what further'd not this point, That in fomething one's not clear; Led by th' Heart more and more near. And 'tis purely in men's Breafts, When they with us will difpute, Precious, and give thanks and praise, Till he first it have; his thirst Ends not then, but does increase: Our heart, head, and ev'ry pow'r, Will therewith be fill'd each Hour,, And no moment flips, but what Lamb and Blood are in our thought. 14. So it goes; the Tongue it fhews, Th' heart believes and lives in this: Lamb! by thee be kept the key, And ne'er let ought elfe arife! Thou shalt 'bide my Aim and view; If I ever fo much knew, And it not from hence fprung forth, I would think it nothing worth. 15. Bleed. 15. Bleeding Lamb! thy Crofs's ftem, | And a finner's body on thyfelf tookeft, 6. Thou by Efaias once long ago Thou cam'ft as Man fully to recover; 7. In Earth or Heaven no means there He knew it not. 8. Thou muft die alfo, elfe was no Not as yet maim'd, and the fairest Image Among God's works. 15. Now this in fuch a mean Form appear'd, "Twas judg'd by fatan a tafk not hard; And fo in the Defart rafhly he try'd it, Jefus being thither by th'spirit guided: But what came on't? 16. The Lamb in his Lamb's form drew in fight, That old arch-fophift, how unadvised Did he a&t there! 19. So far the World-Prince's skill could go; Tho' what is he with his clan below, But fools overweening, each a poor potsherd? They remain Creatures, this can't be alter'd; What do they think? 20. Belial at Chrift was angry and mad, And thenceforth oft Struggles with him had; Till at laft his Agents to the Cross nail'd him, Where Death and Hell were vanquifh'd, and yield him Triumphal Shows. 21. Therefore the Lamb's congregation rings With Hallelujah, and Thrice-holy fings: This the cries moft chiefly, "A Child is lent us, " Empty'd and ftripp'd of all Godlike Who fhall our Life be, a Son is Might; fent us, "Who's God with us. 22. Dear |
