"WE

flock With many thoufand wishes, thou Who ever wert and art their Rock! Come and refresh thy People now, Who for thy Crofs's Word fo dear

Differ from all, and stand alone. Accept from us united here'

The Elder's Adoration.

2. We kifs thy Hand in fpirit, Lamb, Mark'd with a print, bor'd by the Nail;

That Hand which for us on the beam

Was ftretch'd out, and appear'd fo pale ; That Hand, which, e'er thou went'ft away,

One faw thy chosen people bless; That Hand, by which, on Judg. ment-day,

Thy finners are to ftand by grace.

223.

Heilige dir deine leute.

Anctify thy Congregation!

"HE

E who not right inly Loveth the Lord Jefus ; Yet would with Profeffion please us, As if the Crofs choosing; Would a faint be deemed, For fair Outfide be efteemed : Lo! fuch man weds a Bann,

His whole unblest carriage
Shews this hapless marriage.
2. Who now loves the Saviour,
Him as Head has taken,
And himself his Limb does reckon;

Yet himself does fep'rate,
When that Head infpireth,
And the Body with him stirreth :
He'll decay foon away,

Like a leaf half rotten
Blown about in Autumn,
3. Should one? and not willing!
That's a fpirit paltry

Deem'd in the eternal Country :

If one will 'bide honest,

To thy mind.

Have blot of Prevarication,
Then must he throughly be
To Him his Heart giving,
Who's th' End of our living.

loved,

Gift of all gifts beft approved, Heavenly Prefent, abounding with grace! *

The holy Married-flate blefs;

* John i. 14.

What art thou a making? Thou art in my Cafe mistaken!

No lefs errs, who gave not

+ Teftimonium Jesu, A&t. i. 8.

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To himself Exiftence,

Yet in Thought roves to great distance,

Or will stray from that Way
Which his God thought likely,
Ev'n fome fteps obliquely.
5. Wherefore was the Jewish
Holy Theocracy

(Altho' bleft with many a mercy)
But a pompous leffon,

Of less fruit than Cumber,
Well adorned Torture-chamber?
'Caufe nought there one could hear,
But thou must! fo racking.
Strength and Will still lacking.
6. Our School at the feet of
Jefus the dear Mafter,
Deem Minds noble no Difafter:

What he us commandeth,
Are fuch Things entirely,
Which we would have done more
early;

Which we too now can do:
Gladder thus and bolder
Is none, than his foldier.

7. We are Slaves no longer,
But his Servants ready,

Who us bought by Payment bloody:

He could have compell'd us,

Yet thro' love refuses,

And Heart's motions rather chufes :
Only this certain is,

His Love binds us Debtors,
More than iron fetters.

8. O ye Fellow members!
Now we are enlisted,

(His Charms could not be refifted)

And his good fouls always
That to will are leaning,
Which they ought, and is his Mean-
ing.

Hear what's faid by th' Handmaid,
Whom one may entitle
Loving Church, tho' little.

225.

Schts also durch im pilger-pfab.

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OES it fo go in Pilgrim-path,
And in the Crofs's holy
Season,

As Jefus fore-declared hath ?
Then I fay Selah with good reafon.
Thee, Lord, I honour in thy Ways,
'Fore thee I proftrate lie or kneeling,
I find no terror in thy Face,
Whatever be with me thy Dealing.
Try Nature, as thy mind
Moft wholefome it fhall find.
Thro' fmooth and rough thou'rt
mine Upholder,

Thou know'ft beft after all, What yoke, what burden, shall Be fuitable to my weak shoulder. 2. That which now happens, O how ftrange

It seems to Reafon fo fhort-fighted?
It can't the things in order range,
Because the fenfes are benighted.
But to an Heart, that is refign'd,
And by felf-will no more restrained,
That all in all in thee does find,
To fuch, thy Way is foon explained:
And if it even not

In all things Light hath got,
Yet it is without variation

The fame; and does not add
More loads to make it fad ;
It 'bides in constant Refignation.

3. My One and All, my foul's beft Friend!

Thus I myself to thee deliver.
Whatever comes from thy dear Hand,
How hard it be, how ftrange foever;
I'll take it with a paffive heart,
And though I cannot fhout for glad.
nefs,

Yet it fhall neither give me fmart, Not fill my foul with anxious Sadnefs.

My Chief! what wilt thou do? I ftand, thy work to view; Thou haft this Path for me invented. I did moft certainly Give myself up to thee, Nor have I yet thereof repented.

Grant my request, And let my breast

Soon find in thy Death conftant Reft. 3. Bleffed are the poor in spirit ; They shall the realm of Heav'n inherit,

Thy Mercy they find easily.
But all thofe, that are replenish'd,
And think they're rich enough, are
banish'd

From thy Kingdom's felicity.
Enrich our poverty,
Yet keep us poor like thee,

Jefu! give us

That noble heart, T'whom wealth does fmart, But Poverty delight impart. 4. They that mourn, bleft is their flation,

They find abundant Confolation,

Their Captain first that path did
tread:

He prevails, tho' Crofs he suffers;
Therefore to us that Cup he offers,
By which himself was perfected:
We can in no respect
Here harveft days expect,

Here is Weeping,

At the Lamb's Feaft
Is perfect reft,

Here is a vale of tears at best.

5. Blefjed are the meek in spirit, They fhall as Lords the earth inherit;

Tho' their true glory don't appear,
Yet by gentle Conversation,
They've given fufficient declaration
That to the Lamb's Mind they
adhere :

And as the first-born Lamb,
Whom they their Bridegroom name,
Lamb and Lion,

Is mild and low,

Yet pow'rful too;

Thofe of his realm are likewise so. 6. When proud hoftile band despises The poor fimplicity of Jefus,

And ridicules his tender Sheep:

Thefe