That House which ne'er extinct can be, Recause it ne'er begun; Head of the court of Elohim, *Ifaiah vi. 6. 7. 7. Now hangs thy little creature here, Which has thy Foot embrac'd ; It's Sinner mouth there cleaves, and were Gladly to it fing'd faft. 346. July 15, (1747) the day obferv'd in the Lutheran church, for the difperfion of the Apostles. "H Alle Apostel fein. IS dear Apoftles all, Exod. x. 23. 1 John v. 19. Luke vi. 19° And O! I wish they were And did both feel and hide Deep in the Lamb's Side! 3. Since one fmall knowledge hath 4. God keep you! leaving Home, Has twelve times been th'event; 5: Thanks, Praise, and adoration, Be to thee, Lamb, thou gracious Son! That thou vouchfaf'ft to be always With thy Church, till to th' End of Days. 6. Think on each Flock, where'er difpers'd, Wherein thy praises are rehears'd, 7. And bless the venerable Train 8. Give to our Bishops watchful Eyes, To hinder all that Satan tries. Let them, and all the Wardens, ftand For thy dear Flock with Life in Hand. 9. And all the worthy Offices In thy Blood-Congregation blefs! Give unto ev'ry Labourer For Souls a tender Love and Care. HOU Death Sweat mix'd with Blood, Which the Lamb's Body cover'd, When pale his Face was view'd, His Soul by a thread hover'd, His Heart together prefs'd, His Eye in tears was drown'd, And ice-cold Dew full faft O'er all his Hair was found; 2. Sweat, which on Head bright, fhone Death fweat on clammy Forehead, Sweat gath'ring round the Sight, Which the Brain's moisture marred ; (O Paffion-conflict hard, Which his Sp'rit over-heat, Did tear his Bones like fword, And his Breath fuffocate!) 3. Yes, Corpfe like dewy now, And ftill grave-fteaming Fingers! Your Servant's bone fweat thro', Which quiv'ring for it lingers. Thou Corpfe's Air! come, come Thro' thefe hands into th' Bread: When kneaded with thy Fume, "Twill make the Members dead. 4. Thou but few inches deep, Yet Fountain fathom'd never, Which first a Spear ran up, Now hell's quench'd by thy river! 'Fore thy Well's fource and grot The love-fick Spouse here lies: Let now this flumb'ring note Unftop thy paffages. 351. Bis die Hunde komt heran. ILL the hour fhall come, By the Church defired, 2. Till to the great Marriage-feast, Our fo faithful Lover Shall his purchas'd Rib at laft 3. He with fuch a Pledge thro' grace His Flock hath fupplied, Whereby all his Witness-race Makes known that he died. * Ezek. xvi. 8. 5. For his Sinner-Wife doth gain, In the union's folace With the martyr'd Corpfe, more than Elfe from Glory's palace. 6. O then by the bleeding Lamb She is known and greeted, So that the with marriage-flame Thro' and thro' is heated. 7. When that costly purple Oil Out of the Side's fluices, In our fpirit, body, foul, Deep itself diffufes; Beam, And drink of thy Lamb's precious Blood; That blood which from his Side and Head, Which from his Hands and Feet diftill'd; This, this for thee indeed was fhed, Which now for thee stands gaping wide ; There thou thy Happiness haft found, As his bleft Sinnerefs and Bride: Who t'be the Father's Equal Did not think robbery ; And who became a Man like me, And is fo mild and loving? He it is certainly. * Phil. ii. 6. 2. Church, who art fo enamour'd With his Side's open space; You, once in heart fo grieved, Now joyful Flock of Grace! What think you, that to Him on high, 'Fore whom ev'n John did tremble, One dare approach fo nigh? 3. He fhow'rs his choiceft Bl effings This day upon thy Heart, And alfo to thy Body These bleffings he'll impart. That Blood which from his wounds he shed, Is thy Drink, and his Body Is thy true heav'nly Bread. 4. He faid, My Flesh is truly Meat, and my Blood is Drink: So did, unto his glory, The Twelve believe and think. We too believe, we also feel, We can with full affurance To this Truth set our Seal. 5. Church! haft thou now embraced Who is't, on whom thou'ft gazed? Thy Lord with Heart on flame? Chrift, the tormented Lamb. O Church, thy dear Immanuel Is a confuming Fire, Lord over death and hell. 6. But yet I will behold him For me in Crofs's Smart: To Him one may come boldly, And go quite near his Heart. His coming in the Flesh, so bleft, O may that keep his People In Soul and Body chaste. 7. Now Church, his facred Body! Fill'd by his Death with Life, Thou He is the GOD from Heaven! 355. Fall! Blood-bought Church! fall.Was macht ein Treuz luft taubelein, I. down. 354. After the Holy Communion. "I Still perceive his fpoufal blifs, Dear hearts! I feel; but how it is, Now my dear Hufbandme has blefs'd, Had not the Well of the Side's hole This wak'd me in th' Communion fweet, Where I Husband's Flesh did eat; 2. Thy fpoufal Kifs on me imprefs'd, I feel Still weak and tender; bone I. HAT does a dove in Crofs's Air, When enter-in it will and dare? There, as on Magnet, hangs the bird; It hangs, not choosing to be stirr'd; It lets all Time run on its pace, Cares nought for all Eternities, Saith," Be in glory living, "Ye faints, let me be cleaving!" 2. But what does the dear Bridegroom-Heart To fuch a Dove with his Love's art, Whom he on Earth would wake and Help me then, O Blood from the Which flows the little bird all o'er : Side, That my Soul in me may abide, Thus loos'd, the bird muft venture. Its Flight afresh to enter. |