6. And now the thanks him here, S. She fain would lower bow, 19. They thought: What is't to be | 6. Thou know'ft it deareft Lord and as angels fine, If we're not wafh'd in Jefu's Blood divine? 20. Have mercy on us, O thou Lamb of God! Have mercy on thy Kingdom bought with blood! 21. Us, as the Members of thy Body, take, And what thou, Lord, feeft beft, that with us make. 206. So lange Jelus bleibt der Herr, Ec. God! Thy Crofs, thy fhame, thy death And all thy meritorious Pain, And should ought elfe proposed be, Thy People, as with Leading-ftring, Aslang daefus Lord remains, 9. Thy Spirit, the fpirit of glory With which thy Father thee hath oil'd, That too is thro' thy Church diffus'd, Th' Urim and Thummim doft bestow: For faithful fervice in thy House, 12. When these things we're re- We scarce know what on us is done; make, Lamb! for thy own and church's fake; But that kind Mouth, which bleffing to them fpoke. 3. Others, whom Grace's call and 7. The felf-fame Mouth, moft free to blefs, Which first reveal'd our Wretchednefs, Directs us alfo to the Wound yet mean, Can enter glad, lo! he at once is clean. 8. This caufes that true Saints could be, Makes holy, just ones, active, free: And when we them commemorate, This point appears of greateft weight, That fuch a Lamb, who once Atone- 9. Old pious Simeon in his day, that name Lamb. 10. This is indeed in general The The Preachers apostolic fortitude, And blood of Martyrs, was by grace made good. 11. O! yes: All what I am or do, Tis Grace I must ascribe it to : Grace can the fame to me maintain, Elfe I fhould have it ftill in pain; For it might chance, whate'er I hold to-day, I should to-morrow let it slide away. Is like a Swine corrupt and foul Thinks it not strange, fome taint in th' Flesh is found :) The more's your joy to have espy'd his Wounds. 16. The pardon'd Thief, and Stephen too, Enoch fo faithful-long ago, What are ye? Grace's fons: the Did each to glory introduce and guide. 17. What play we then before our We, children yet of mortal Frame: Sing (for all centers here) with one accord, Take, take the Wages of thy Smart, O I. Lord! 208. Treußer Freund der Seelen. TH HOU fouls beft Friend, thou tender Heart, Who full of love by nature art! Who ever can prefume to fay He lov'd, ere thou hadft fhewn the way? Who e'er could boast his heart was in a flame, Before the Bridegroom woo'd and 2. One well may wonder at such love; great, So holy, happy, and compleat, Yes, they muft feel a kindling ray, The wit of man must filently adore. Thefe of their Lamb can pleafing wonders tell. 6. However weak and helplefs we, However pow'rful fin may be, Our ftrength is, Thou haft call'd and woo'd, And chofen us, when void of good; Hence we believe, we never need to yield, But leave it to our Lamb to gain the field. 7. Yes, yes, thou faithful watchful Heart! Thou ever lov'ft to take our part; Together join, and all againft thee ftand. 8. And now our All! (this be thy Name: Since all the titles we can frame, Than to give o'er, not fee, believe, and live.) 9. See! we fall down, (but not thro' fear, As if the wrath of God was near ;) No, thro' thy love's attracting flame We fink, quite melted into fhame, Before the Throne, where thou, dear flaughter'd Love, In glory fitt'ft, ador'd by all above. 10. Reach out thy Scepter, King of love! Let us thy royal Favour prove; Its point to us-ward ever turn, Grant us a touch, and make us burn: The heart thus warm'd, the mouth to speak will know, Th'obedient eye will learn to overflow. |