Or e'er feel Difcontent, Fret at his Government; When He by Suff'rings went To purchase Peace for me. 9. Sweet Jefu! may thy Blood O'erftream me like a Flood, "Till all, which Thee withftood, Obeys thy Holy Will; Thy Wounds in Hands and Feet, And Side, be ever fweet, That there I may retreat, And dwell fecure from Ill. 10. There may I watch and pray, And in Grace each Day, grow And thankfully there ftay, "Till Thou me hence fhalt call: Then will it be my Gain, Το go to Thee once flain, Ever with Thee remain, And 'fore thy Feet to fall. 11. "Till Thou my Soul translate, While here my Change I wait, On Thee I'll meditate, Adored, wounded Lamb! O! guide me by that Light, Which fhines from Thee fo bright, And make my Heart upright, Thy Will be all my Aim! Thee Till I come to fee Yet with greatest Joy Lies in his Blood, and ev'ry Good For Worms, and Sinners poor; Ye Sinners, own him, and adore. 25 Bein ein ger glaubens-grund. "T HAT Covenant of Blood, Seal'd once upon the Wood, My Lamb fo dear, whom I lov'd Is of my Faith the Ground; here; And really kifs and greet And does, with Reafon good, 'Gainft other empty Sound All my Senfes barr: God its Name fo fait Can alone declare. 2. I in One God believe! The fame, who once did live Scom'd Scorn'd in this World and mean; 3. Says the New Teftament's Writ: 4. He on this Earth did walk, And fuffer for Love's Sake 8. He's now gone up on high, Could me upright bear. By the Lamb's dear Blood, From Feet, Hands, Side, his Blood 12. Tho' I ne'er have fuch Thought, Let ftream, fo that it fell Mild as a Bleffing's Flood On the Crofs's Tree, 7. He also bury'd was, That Sinner I am not, Yea, if fome Pain should grow, In fuch Cafe to aid, 14. This God, in Heart ador'd, He hath Right alone 15. That Robe and rich Array "Ο 26. Whence was I brought? And led to that Kingdom which 2. Here shines a clear Light, And ravishing Sight Of Jefus the Saviour, who's God's Image bright. 3. Here is the Lamb's Blood, Adorable Good; 5. O! here I'm at Reft; Or fhould it affault me, I feek my Lord's Breaft. 6. His Love and his Care, I plainly read there: In His kind Protection I fhall ever. share. 7. To fit at His Feet, O this is most sweet; For where fuch another Friend e'er can I meet? 8. To tell what he's done, My Soul when he won, Indeed I'm not able, I'll let that alone. 9. I once was his Foe, But now, fince I know That He hath dy'd for me, I cannot be fo. 10. Now deep in my Heart Lies his Blood and Smart; The Enmity therefore must fly and depart. 11. O Jefus my Lamb! A Sinner I am, For Thy Love fign'd with Blood proclaimeth my Shame. Till wearied I cried out for Grace, And then the Saviour took me home. 2. Now fafe He hides me in his Wounds Which cleans'd me from Sin, tho' I And nurfes me becaufe I'm poor; long reas'ning flood. 4. Here's Honour and Health, And durable Wealth, Which no Thief can plunder by Force or by Stealth. 8 28. Worthy Lamb! what endless Of Bleffings from thy Wounds flow o'er, To me, unworthy, poor and base, To live to thee, who haft me bought: I work and labour for my Pay? Can he forget his Ranfom-Price, The Saviour's bloody Sacrifice? 6. To all good Fruits, my gracious Lord! As wounded for my Sin! 'Twas thy dear Wounds my Guilt reveal'd, Thy ftreaming blood as balfam heal'd, Abfolv'd, and wafh'd me clean. 2. O! I remember my fad State, The bitter Enmity and Hate Which in my Heart I felt: Ev'n then, O jefu dear! thy Grace Would fhew me, when fo dead and bafe, How Thou the worft canft melt. 3. I well remember, all my Pain, My Toil and Labour was but vain, "Till thou didft Pardon give: Sweet was thy Pardon to my Soul, My Sin-fick Heart was foon made whole; By Grace, free Grace, I live. 4. O may this Grace yet melt me more, And keep me always humble, poor, Right thankful for thy Blood: May I fo feel my Wretchedness, That I, entitled to thy Grace, May cleave to thee, my God. 5. Thy Blood and Wounds be my Delight; Difplay them ever to my Sight, And ftrengthen my weak Eyes, That Form, wherein my Lord was That I may constantly behold fold, And hear his Groans and Cries. 6. This Sight and Sound my Heart will touch, That he for me should bear fo much, Who's the true Lord of all! The The everlasting Father He, Before whofe Wounds I fall. 7. He, as the Godhead muft affright, And dazzle a poor Sinner's Sight, Did vail it in our Flesh: There we may fee him to our Joy, There we may Heart and Mind em. ploy, And 'twill our Souls refresh. 8. The Meditation on his Wounds, And on that Grace, which there abounds, And centers in his Blood; This does poor Sinners happy keep; The Shepherd here doth feed his Sheep, They reft in Pafture good. 9. They know his Voice: he knows each Name; Had he not call'd, they ne'er had came, 3. Duft and Ashes tho' we be, 6. Jefu, when this Light we fee, All our Heart diffolves in Love. |