8. Lord Jefus now behold The Church's Widow fold: Young ones of this order,
Not yet Church-like, them mould, By a new marriage further, That th' Eternal Band, Thro' a faithful hand, May compleated stand. 9. But on the other fide, Who in thy Church refide, By their Years exempted From being further tied, By Thee be they accepted; "In me (fay and own) "Shall your Marriage-plan "From this day be done."
CHORUS. Lord Jefus Chrift! thy Paffion, Thy Death and thy falvation Our venerable Widows blefs.
2. O that the Members all might be
From their own Nature wholly free;
So dead to all unrighteousness,
As once they were to righteoufnefs.
3. O thou, who with the two-edg'd
fword,
Haft many a Hold of Sin o'erpower'd!
What of our own does yet abide,
Be thro' thy Body mortified.
Church, tremble both in flesh and
foul, The Lamb's Death now goes thro' the whole;
The Sacrifice, which we taste,
Keep thee in Soul and Body chafte.
Spirit and Incenfe, living coals and | In vileness here before thy throne
Hufband, only Life and Head,
Oh! on us what haft thou fhed!
4. Spirit of the Churches! reft
We lie, and fafely feed
On the rich fulness of that Stream,
Which God's own Son did bleed,
2. This in peculiar manner now
Our needy Souls o'erflows;
Now likewife he doth us in him
Lock up, and faft inclofe:
The Tryals foon will fhew it plain,
That fure his Flock of grace
Has been provided well with Strength,
His Teftament to praise.
3. But we our fenfes with his Wounds
So taken up now find,
As nothing but the Lamb's dear Pain
To know or have in mind:
May Jefus on the Cross, remain
Our Aim, and fix'd defire;
And may his bitter Smart eat out
The Ruft of Sin like fire.
4 O Crofs's People, ftill believe!
Be this World's tumult fled;
Of his blefs'd myftic Body parts,
Be chafte to him the Head:
Dead in your members here on Earth,
Quick only to his Love;
Till after thousand Victories,
You triumph there above.
In thy Bridegroom's prefence bleft; T
Soul! reflect upon his Love;
Soldier-Limbs! to serve him move.
HE Prince of Peace I now
Moft gladly bring to you,
O holy Sinner-choir,
And ye door-keepers too,
Ye Watchmen on the spire!
Come into us, Peace!
Peaceful hearts claim place
In the Church of grace.
HOU who so near us art, 2. O Father! keep and bless
Than we can well exprefs! Humbly with veneration deep Thy glorious Name we blefs:
All what thy dear Son has.
O Bleeding Face! thy Light Shine on thy Flock of grace Moft graciously and bright.
Spirit! lift up thy Face
O'er the Church always,
And fend her thy peace.
3. Now then a Kifs receive,
With all that peace can give!
Receive it, dearest Heart,
From our dear Husband's love;
Whose Heart in grievous smart
Broke for me and thee
In Death's agony,
When he bought us free.
4. From th' Father, who his Son
More values than his throne;
And who, for the Son's fake,
All what by Smart he won,
Into his Care does take;
Numb'ring ev'ry hair
Of each bleffed heir
Of his Son fo dear.
5. And from the Holy Ghoft,
(To whom the finners hoft
Gives the dear Mother's title)
The Spirit, who fets forth
The Lamb in all the Bible;
And in th' Heart's recefs;
Making all confefs
How his Wounds us blefs!
6. Receive also a Kifs
And greetings in sweet peace,
In the fo precious name
Of all the Saints in blifs,
Who 'fore us to him came;
The whole bleffed train,
Who did grace obtain,
And now reft from pain.
thee now likewise I greet With a moft tender kifs From thofe, whofe heart defires To ferve the Church of Chrift, Ev'n th' holy Angels choirs ; Who with all their might Serve the Heirs of light; Claiming glad that Right. 8. A kifs I also pay In th'apoftolick way,
In the moft lovely name Of all that ancient Train
Who fpring from Abraham; Such, who, feal'd * and won For the Lamb, his Bone Are, like thee, become. • Rev. vii. 4.
9. I greet thee from thofe Sheep,.
Who have kept and ftill keep
The Brethren's loving Name;
Tho' now men's envy deep
Says, that they're not the fame;
They are fcarcely known,
No one will them own,
But the Lamb alone.
10. I greet thee, and I kifs,
(With that Houfhold of grace,
And Jefu's bleffed fchool
His Spirit keeps in this Place,
Which he with joy fills full :)
From those Souls, whom we
'Mong the Luth'rans see
Jefu's property.
11. From the Reformed train,
Those who with the Lamb flain
(Dear People) join in heart;
And love to hear the Word
From babes without all Art,
And love to be mean,
In the Blood wash'd clean,
And the Lord's remain.
12. Next, greet and kifs I thee,
And that refpectfully,
From thofe on Thomas coast,
And the, to the Lamb's joy,
Converted Heathens hoft;
Who tho' black and base,
Yet to Jefu's praise,
Caft forth charming Rays.
13. From fuch as Kibbode,
Frans, Mammuch, Tachianob,
Nannachtauf, and Sara,
As John, and Bufimeck, *
Hewn from the Savage quarry;
Hottentots, Pocks, Mingrelians, Canadefe
Ceylonefe, Malabarians, and Greenlanders.
Whom the Lamb hath woo'd,
With his Blood bedew'd,
And thus quite renew'd.
14. Then I give thee a kifs,
And bring unto thee peace,
From th' Congregation
Which now thy chief Town is;
She is no more alone.
May he ever live,
And the ftrength perceive,
Which the Blood can give!
15. Finally kifs I thee,
In fpirit holily,
From that blefs'd Houfe of God,
Which moves direct, fince he
His Spirit on it blow'd;
Which on him relies,
From the Dragon flies,
Not feen by mens eyes.
16. Give then, in the Lamb's blifs,
Each other th' holy kifs:
Learn of the loving Hoft
Of Little Children this;
And of the Son once loft; †
How a Sinner is,
Whom the Lamb doth kifs;
And gives him his blifs.
17. All who're in Body fick, With us, 'tis true, partake,
If they are found in Faith; Yet fince they to the Flock
Can't walk that little path, And fince they by this Some refreshment mifs Them in Spirit kifs.
18. The Pilgrims ev'ry where, Who thro' free mercy are
Elected by the Lamb,
His Suff'ring's word to bear;
Feel in their hearts a flame,
Wish with longing deep
To be, where the Sheep
The Lord's Supper keep.
19. May therefore in this hour,
With the more inward pow'r,
They our Peace feel and tafte!
May each Member of ours,
Who in his Soul is chafte,
Juicy prove and fresh
The Lamb's Blood and Flefh,
Which does us refresh.
20. We fee the Wheels! they go,
Whither the Wind does blow;
They move direct and ftrait,
And of no turning know;
Themfelves they quite forget,
'Cause the Watchers grace
Thinks with thoughts of peace
On the way they país.
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