4. Set on his breaft thy Spirit's feal,
Within his heart thy Love reveal,
And his poor foul fecurely keep,..
Among thy little Flock of sheep.

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Eareft children, hark and see,
What a Saviour now have

we!

He in Mary, Jofeph's wife,

We beseech thee heartily,
Let us thy Heart's pleasure be.
10. O that from this very hour,
Each might feel thy love's fweet
pow'r;

O that thou foon, foon couldft fee
Each of us in love with Thee,

11. Give to our poor little fouls,
Rooms and beds in the dear holes
Of thy Hands and Feet; yea, hide

By God's Sp'rit was brought to life. Each, and all, within thy Side.

2. Tho' he is the Son of God,
Yet he took our Flesh and blood,
And as other children came,
When brought forth in Bethlehem.

3. Now, that God became a Child,
Shews that he is kind and mild;
Nothing moved him indeed,
But that he to death might bleed.

4. He, who our Flesh not defpis'd,
He was also circumcis'd,
Named Jefus, and God gave
■ Him this Name, for he should save.

5. Jefus is the fweetest Name
He is alfo call'd a Lamb,
Of whom John could boldly fay,
That he takes all Sin away.
6. Jefus is our Saviour,

Who once all our Sickness bore;
He was full of grief and smart,
Till at laft Death broke his heart.

7. Children, let us think: alas!
If there now no Jefus was,
To whom all poor fouls could creep,
O then all the World might weep.

8. Jefu, here thou feeft fome forms
Fill'd with little helpless worms;
Come, thou childrens tender Friend,
Take us in thy arm and hand.
9. Blefs us all as here we fit,
Make each Heart for thy houfe fit;

12. And if Satan at an hour,
One fuch Chicken would devour,
Let the children's Angels fay,
"These are Chrift's own, go thy
way."

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EAR children! Fefus Chrift

•D The Lamb once facrific'd,

Who all our guilt did bear,
Who was revil'd, defpis'd,
Whose Flesh the fcourge did tear,
Who with mocking Thorn
Crown'd was, laugh'd to scorn
Him fhall you adorn.

2. A Lamb, a dear Lamb's he,
Whose Wounds in fp'rit we fee,

Whofe Blood a finner drinks, | His Flesh eats eagerly,

And at whofe Feet one finks!
Do you feel and know
How his blood does flow?
How it makes one glow ?
3. May you, like Magdalen,
Love Chrift the Nazarene !

May he poffefs your heart.
May you love to be mean,
With ev'ry thing to part,

For the fake of Him
Who in blood did swim,
Pain'd thro' ev'ry Limb.

4. Without him all is Lofs;
The finest things are drofs,
He only yields Delight.
To fee him on the Cross,
That is the sweetest fight.
He whofe Side was bor'd,
Who our lofs rettor`d,
Is to be ador'd.

5. Lamb for us pain'd fo fore,
Thy Blood-ftream's purple gore
Wash, cleanie, and bath the heart
Of ev'ry Child all o'er;

O blefs their ev'ry Part,

Child from Betbishem!
Who didit die for them
At Jogain.

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Look at them with eyes of fire,

As thy own devoted Train. 2. Children! mark what's here expreffed, In Grace walking, man is bleffed, But in Self-love still diseased:

From yourselves away to grace!
3. Is not that a real wonder,
(Earth affords not fuch another)
When we fin's Yoke from us funder,

And get to the Lord a love?
4. But, that Lufts be ev'n confumed,
Pride and gloomy care disclaimed,
Yea, not once fo much as named ;
This is Happiness indeed.
5. One is ne'ertheless, however,
In God's fight a curfed Sinner;
Child of his, who, like all other,
By mere Mercy is made good.

UT of ore, O Saviour dear,
They had brought us chil-6.

For to know that show haft dy'd,
And for us were crucify `d.
2. Be our Shepherd ev'ry day,
That we live Lambs ne'er ftray;
Whenoe'er we hear thy Voice,
To obey may we rejoice.

3. Self-will, that most cruel thing,
May we bring to thee our King :
For when we as Sinners come,
In thy Nail holes we find room.
4. Thanks be for thy tender Care,
Thanks, that thou hast brought us

here:

For this truth is never doubtful,
That we ftill a Flesh that's finful,
Tho' there be not fruits fo painful,
In our outward frame do bear.
7. 'Tis his Grace that gives us
warning,
When Life's path we first are learn-
ing,

That no harm more fad and glaring
From the finful Nature comes.
8. We are free from curfe and fetter,
Since in us grace held the Scepter;
We belong to one kind Leader,

Who of fouls the Hufband is.
9. He in many Hearts blood-sprink-
led,
Chearful Lamps of grace hath
kindled,

And them to this day unwrinkled

Kept from felf-created fmarts.

10. He them teaches to be truly
And fincerely on earth lowly,

In heart, words and actions through-
ly;

Honour is to them a pain.

And his Sweat will make you blush.
17. Jefu, Lord most dear and lovely!
Bring thy Fire fo strong and holy,
Penetrate each heart more fully,
Till we are indeed good fouls.

3. Think on the labour, toil and
fweat,

The Pray'rs whereby we thee intreat
To keep this fmall but chosen Flock
Well grounded upon thee the Rock.
4. Yea rather, think on all the pains
Which once thou felt'ft thro' all thy

The World in which they live, is too But quite gives up one's felf to him, And fays, "Here is my Hand."

Corrupted more and more,

With face is acted now open

What was unheard before.

3. Satan the enemy of fouls, So raging and fo bold

4

Has grown in these fix thoufand
years,

In th'Art of cheating old!
He hop'd that all mankind would be,
In fpite of Jefu's dying,
His own, unhinder'd; but the Lamb
Detects his envious lying.

4.

For now we need no more remain
Faft bound in Chains of fin
Who this believes, is free indeed,

;

And thro' his Word quite clean :
One Look at him upon the Crofs,

Blows up the Gates of hell;
Tho' fick and faint before, we look!
We look, and foon grow well.
5. Dear Flock, choice people of the
Lamb,

Call'd in thefe Gospel-days,
In which the Spirit of your Lord
The name of Chrift displays;
(That Name of love, fo finely wrote
In letters red with blood)
And tells us of him with fuch force,

As makes us own him GoD!

6. Ye purchas'd fouls, ye Brethren

dear!

Say, will you follow him?
And to his Service offer up

Your fpirit, foul and limb?
O, if the bleeding Lamb of God,
Who died for all our Woe,

If he but calls, who can

.

withstand!

Who would refuse to go!
7. I'm fure, that if you can but fee,
And can abide thereby,
That he indeed for all your Sin,

For each of you did die;
There lies fuch mighty force in this,
One cannot then withstand,

Eareft Brethren of the fingle choir,

May the Lamb set all of you on fire, May his Crofs, his wounds, and fmart

Move and break, and melt your heart;

To exalt him muft be your defire.

2. With a Ransom you are dearly bought,

And the Battle which the Lamb hath fought,

To destroy the Serpent old,

And both fin's and death's Strong

hold:

Let this matter take up all your thought.

3. Chains of Darkness wherewith men were bound,

Are in pieces, and the Curfe is
drown'd;

Who not keeps them wilfully,
But to Him flies, he is free,
And finds Shelter in the Lamb's five
wounds.

4. Then, ye Brethren of the single

Train!

Look to Jefus, who is that Lamb flain!
Are you bound, and wish to be
Hearty, ready, willing, free?
You may quickly all of him obtain:
5. Dreadful thunders of the curfing

Law,
Which the people once at Sinai saw,
Do not strike our ears and heart,
But the word of Jefu's Smart,
Which makes finners fing Hallelujah.
6. Nought but Bleffings he intends

for you,
And his Mercies ev'ry day are new;

Look