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Wenn ich ihn essen kan, Ec.

"WH

Hene'er him I can eat,
It is for me most whole-
fome;

And when my Aaron great
Pours into me his balfam:
But fince this grace upon
The body is bestow'd
In Sacrament, which one
Not always is allow'd;
2. Therefore, fleep I or wake,
This is my inclination,
For my own Soul to make

Some fweet Representation
Of my Lamb, which I prize

'Bove all I ever knew; And this, as it does rife,

Becomes in me quite true. 3. I fee him wet and raw, Juft brought forth in the Stable; I fee him childlike draw

The breaft, as babes are able: I fee the little Heart

Tir'd while it fucks the breast;
Laid in a Manger's part,

That it may fleep and reft.
4. The Shepherds and the Kings,
The maids and children carry
The Maker of all things

Upon their arms; the very
Brute Beafts fmell with respect
At him, and feel fome joy
That the world's Architect
Became a little Boy.

5. I fee him on the arm, By Friends and Priefts furrounded; Alas! they do him harm,

For me that boy is wounded. But foon I fee again

Simeon and Anna's joy,

Which they could not contain

At the fight of this boy.

6. And then I fee him flee,

In the arms of his Mother;
Upon the afs fits fhe,

Walks by the fide the Father.
After fome time I fee
The little Jefus walk,
And look fo heavenly

While he does ask and talk.
7. Methinks I see him there
In Jofeph's tabernacle,
As lab'ring People are;

Now he works with the fickle;
Now he digs up the ground,
Provides a meal; ties now
Carpenter's apron round;

Or walks and drives the plough. 8. When I think he's of Lords The Lord, and see him teazed By Coufins with ill words,

When with him they're not pleased, (A hardship which much tries Poor children frequently,) Then tears flow from my eyes, And I could cry, El!

Baptize and hallow me, "To go forth and to preach "The Gofpel's mystery." 13. I fee him kneeling down In Jordan to the forehead; Scarce was the Baptism done,

He's in the Defart carry'd: = There he fits in the wood,

Beafts are his company,
He's without fleep and food,
And quite melancholy.
14. I hear the Tempter fpeak
To him moft base and subtle ;
My Jefus is quite weak,

And all his Limbs are feeble.
To talk does cause him pain;

Yet when urg'd by the Fiend,
He quotes, well as he can,
Some Texts which came in mind.

15. At once I fee depart

The Foe in great confufion;
I fee, he's out of heart,
Got nought by his delufion.
There does immanuel ftand,

Good Angels now appear,
And wait for the command

Of this their Mafter dear.

16. He does not speak one word; So one fays, "Dearest Master ! "We are fent by the Lord

"To ferve thee; for the tempter, "With all his wicked Art,

"Thou thro' Simplicity, "Haft made from thee depart, "And now we are with thee."

There is amaz'd my mind.
20. Take thy confus'd hair now,
Thou feat of many a devil,
Half-rotten carcafe thou,

Vile ftrumpet full of evil!
Much honour'd fifter! - dry

That wept-on Foot of his ;
When he fhall buried lie,

Thou'lt give it the last Kiss.
21. (And ev'n when from the dead
He's rifen, we shall spy him
To Jofeph's Garden led;

Where thou shalt stand just by him.
You feel each other much:
Mary! Oh Mafter dear!
Fain thou his feet would'st touch,
And kifs them even there.)
22. I see him fleep so sweet,

While Winds and fea are roaring: All people are in fright,

The crew almost despairing.

He to the tempest says,

"Be ftill!" the Sea does fall,

And

come one,

o'er

When fomething has been done,
Which can't be justify'd;

Or when one's hour comes on,
That he fome Brunt muft 'bide.

4. In gen'ral too, thy guess
Concerning him thy Brother,
Is juft; yet ne'ertheless

Thefe Griefs rate by no other:
His Heart is deep and large,
It has th' Abyffes view'd,
Ev'n there has took in charge

To make our Matters good. 5. So then, whilft he proceeds, Think thou," "Tis a deed wholefome."

What he with Horror bleeds,

Condense on thee to Balfam.
Yield him that manly Part,
From wife and children's head,
(Wake they or fleep) t'avert
All ill, and Bleffing fhed.
6. No where canft thou so well
Lie down in peace and lumber,
As where thy Lord did feel

Thy Curfe thro' his each member. It gives a fhock indeed,

T'approach that dol'rous Plain :
But then foft Gales fucceed,

Which leave us not again.
7. With chearful thoughts, and free
He'll be from thence dispatched,
Who in Gethsemane

Has once like Peter watched : He'll think, "Now juft it is,

"No Fever me fhould burn; "Since in that Sweat of His,

My fickness took a turn."

I.

Did in Pain's furnace flow.

C

171.

Hurch, behold thy Saviour!
See the briny river

Gufh out of his Eyes.

See him without pity'
Brought without the city
For a Sacrifice.

While he hangs, O mark what Pangs
Caufed his fo doleful crying,
View thy Husband dying.

2. Multitudes around him
Mock him, hifs and wound him,
While he filent is ;

If he groans, what Shouting
Echoes all about him

From his Enemies!

Canfl not hear the men of war, Yea, how priests and scribes do teaze him, While Hell's pangs amaze him! 3. See him faint and tiring, Now thro' pain expiring,

Bloodlefs, pale and fpent;
His weak Head declining,
Bowing down and figning

His new Teftament.
See how rent, how out of joint,

By these Stripes thou'rt healed.

4. Look upon him longer,
Death approaches stronger;
Drops of chilling Sweat
Now from all his Members
Iffue forth in numbers

Down from head to feet.
Lo! he fighs, and lamblike dies,
Seals with death his oath and promise:
Now his Kingdom come is.
5. Satan to the Saviour
Muft the Souls deliver,
Owning, "Lamb, they're thine!"
Frighted he difclaims them,
Blood divine o'erftreams them,
Who were flaves of fin:
Now his head is bruis'd indeed,
Hell's Gates can no more affect them,
Jefus will protect them.

6 This his warriors fires, This with zeal infpires

All the Witnefs-cloud, Far and near to publish, And this Truth eftablish,

"Chrift is Lord and God! "He has dy'd, and justify'd, "Freed from hell and fin for ever "Ev'ry true Believer.

Of the old reprobated Devil,
Thro' rev'rence for the Crofs's pain,
Let undevoured there remain.

2. Th' Abyffes tremble, crack and

roar,

As thou, O God! (from pain re leafed,

Thy mortal Period being o'er}
To yield thy Breath in death wert
pleafed.

Then felt the pow'rs of Hell below
Their laft irrevocable blow.
Thy aim was, by thy Right obtained,
To free the fouls whom Satan chained.
Now muft thy Anguish and distress
Remain the captives fole Release.
3. The Nail-prints doft thou fill
retain,

Tho' to thy glorious throne afcended;
The Jav'lin's hole doth ftill remain,
And thorn-marks, which thy head
once rended.

This is that sweetest loveliest View, That folaces the Bride's heart fo; While Satan's courage fails and tot

ters,

Imbitter'd, tho' detain'd in fetters. Me doth it not enough yet seize, Tho', Lamb! nought elfe my heart does please.

4. I fee his Corpfe like Iv'ry fair,* With purple Sapphires deck'd and dreffed;

He doth like pallid death appear, Whom green and yellow fpots have graced.

Thou hang'ft extended ftiff and dead, Prefent'ft thy Afpect white and red; Thou art the choice one midft all other,

Of whom a woman was the mother; Thy head, from whence a blood

ftream roll'd,

Thy head as yellow is as Gold.

Cant. v. 9, &c.