But that all his Wound-holes be their The Lamb addeth mean while Grace fole pleasure, and Difcretion, So that they love his Bruifes beyond Where to think close and manly, in
5. So tenderly, that when a child. but thinks,
Or hears thereof, into his Heart it finks;
Which, at the Lamb's beauty (the
The Bruises, wounds, and fores,) within his body
proportion Of new Degrees.
Liebes Lamm, ein grolles macdgen.
ITTLE Virgins, deareft Sa-
viour,
Cannot boaft, that they gave ever
Many Proofs, which could be named
6. So have the Children found it Real, and muft ftand ashamed.
And when fuch Child to riper Years
doth grow, Then grows in and on him the Crofs's Nature,
And he proceeds unto the Lamb's full Stature,
From step to step.
7. A Childlikeness does in the Heart abide,
And tender Love for Jefu's bleeding Side:
Only one finds also, 'midft childlike playing And manners, fomewhat that's withal betraying Solidity.
8. Still more Acquaintance with the Lamb they find;
The Mother trains them up to her own Mind;
And the loving Father, who firft did chufe them,
Prepares them fo, that he can one Day use them
In the Lamb's Church.
9. Their Heart remaineth childlike
ftill, and low, Lower than Babes by Nature we e'er know;
2. But when of the Blood's protection,
Or in gen'ral of Election,
And fuch Matters we are treating,
Where Free-grace is all compleating,
3. Where without our toil He blesses;
Are thefe little Sinnerefles
Led up joyful, though afhamed,
By the Virgin, Mary named.
4. And the Angels, who anointed
For Church-matters are appointed,
Can make pretty imitation
Öf dear Gabriel's Converfation.
5. Gratiá falvete plenæ,
Say they. But the Mene, mene
One does not at all confider;
Grace can't be fold to best bidder.
God, in human Flesh revealed,
Let our Virgin grace be fealed,
9. So as in thy Church is quoted,
And to this Day hath been noted;
Thus in thy Hands ever hold it,
That the World can ne'er unfold it.
10. Grant that, while the Congre.
gation
Does appear in Crofs's fashion,
No one Virgin-heart in gaining
The bleft Prize, be fhort remaining.
11. For remembrance of God's Mo-
ther,
And her Child our deareft Brother,
Let us all be found poffeffing
Lafting Virgin-crowns and Bleffing.
Him he has pourtray'd,
When a dead Corpfe made,
As in the Grave laid,
4. And to this beauteous Sight
He does afcribe the Might,
That it fweetly orders
Minds, who of juft and right
Ne'er elfe could keep the borders.
One he does approve
Whom the Spouse above
Can entitle Dove.
5. For fons of God to lie
Down at a Shrine, and cry
To the Virgin Mary,
Is unfit certainly;
Yet how sweet she did carry
Herself, this choice Maid,
Is too little faid;
This to heart be laid!
6. Ye Virgins ev'ry one,
Who love God's bleeding Son
Is 't no incitation,
Which you muft feeling own,
When you hear her Relation?
Don't you thank the Lamb,
That from David's Stem,
Such a dear Heart came ?
7. To marry she's inclin'd,
(And women of this mind
Then were much refpected)
To drop it, fhe's refign'd.
For scarce was she directed,
God-wrought Pregnancy
Without Man could be;
"Be it fo," faid the.
8. Is it then really true,
That this dear Virgin knew
No wrong Inclination
To Marriage in her view,
And without fluctuation
Kept close to her Plan,
Tho' upon a Man †
Her Folk fo much ran?
9. In deed and truth 'tis fo,
She does with Joy o'erflow,
That the Spirit's power
Would make her chafte Heart glow,
And Life's fparks thro' her shower,
That a Maid as fhe
Could a Mother be,
And no Hufband fee.
10. Tho' fhe from that which fo
Then common was, did
go;
Tho' the Heart of Mary,
At thofe Times, I'll allow,
Was quite extr'ordinary:
Yet it now is made,
Since the Spouse was dead,
Common to each Maid.
11. Three Sorts of Virgins we
In Congregations fee;
Some to Marriage never
Will in fubjection be; *
Some nature's Pangs have ever
In their thoughts and views,
So they would not chuse
The Maid's Eafe to lofe.
* 1 Cor. vii. 37. Matt. xix.
12. A third, who also may
In God their Plan obey,
'Tis their deftination,
That little Children they
To Jefu's Congregation
Should in Marriage bear; †
They, this Grace to share,
Reason's Fears won't hear.
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As none his Counfels trace,
Nought certain can be stated,
"Till the Hour draws near,
When thou, Spirit most dear!
Wilt be Spokesman here:
15. Therefore among Chrift's Fold
Maids rarely can unfold
Thy determination,
(In all Souls Cafe 'twill hold)
Whether thro' fuch Gradation
Thou'lt their Spirit bring
To Chrift's marrying,
Or ftrait to the King?
16. Hence fuch as are inclin'd
Like blefléd Mary's mind,
Thereby are poffefling
(I full affurance find)
Great Happiness and bleffing,
Flesh and Heart's relief,
Whether all their life
They 'bide Maid, or Wife.
17. You all I will befeech,
Since what's moft fit for each,
All your Thought furpaffes;
Since 'tis beyond your reach,
Which fuits you of thefe Claffes
(For ah! who can know,
If to th' Lamb they go,
Or ftill stay below?)
18. That now, I fay, you might
For Mary's Warmth and Light
Send heart's invocations
To th' Spouse, who fhines fo bright 'Midit feven Conftellations: Thus has Mary done,
Hence her Path fo fhone.
19. Oh! did each think this thing:
Of godly race I fpring;
I'm born for this Reafon,
That fruit to God I bring
Juft in its Time and Seafon;
The Awl's in my ear,
Nail me any where,
I'll ferve my Spouse dear.
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20. But, Single-Women's croud! To whom the Witness-cloud
Now has undertaken
To tell their Mind avow'd;
Haft thou Luft's filth forfaken?
Liv'st thou thro' his Blood,
Whofe life-giving wood
Is th' Maid's chiefeft Good?
21. For truly now should He,
Who yours fo fain would be,
Meet with cold Reception,
And ftrange antipathy,
To what, fore your Conception,
'Fore your Birth and bath,
He defigned hath
As your bleffed Path;
22. Then nought in you we gain;
Our labour's all in vain,
If we you would fashion,
And fay, "the Lamb pow'r deign;
"Let's fing the Virgin-station."
For alas! you're dead,
Can't by Love be led
Of your faithful Dead.
23. But you who're fick of Love,
Whofe hearts to th' Lamb do move
In praise and Affection;
Who from Luft's Stench remove
To Jefu's Sweat's direction,
Following this Scent;
Behold Paul's comment,
Of the Virgins meant.
24. Then hearken what he fays,
"He no Commandment has
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With thousand kiffes them to greet,
To faint before him ready.
O Lamb what shame
Lay on them all, till Faults female
Were quite banish'd
In the Bridegroom's Wounds, and vanifh'd.
3. The Lamb's to them their Heart moft fweet,
Since they have got their happy feat
Within the Cave blood raying.
Therefore we can our Virgins fee
So happy and fo chearful be;
They find their Smart and Joying
In Him, on whom
All Choirs do cling, as locks cleaving
To him nearer,
Than to their own Lives, and dearer. 4. Of us none could have thought
All that which our dear Lamb has
Among our Choir and claffes.
O Lamb! this Grace faft for them | 8. So, deareft Hearts! makes you
The Man who many a Wound has
had,
To whom we faft are cleaving,
Who has us fo deep in his heart,
And did your foul and limbs impart :
plea-He is what we wish giving,
That you be true
5. We often feel transporting joy,
When we the Wounds do fparkling
fpy
At their bleft Choir's affembling.
When we that bloody Majefty
On our bleft Virgin people fee;
We think, but yet with trembling,)
O were this Choir,
Till the Wedding and the bedding
With Chrift ever,
To no Proxy joined never!
6. Yet this is carried not too far, We know that the Lord's own you
He may with you keep playing!
And fhe, who what the fhould, not
will,
She is most certainly not well.
Then, Sifters! hear my Saying;
Reft ye, for he,
The bleft Hufband of the Crofs-
band,
And to him we're in fubjection.
7. How light is then a Virgin's
It cleaves to him with ev'ry part,
Who loves the Souls to marry;
Anoints her Flesh and Soul with life:
Then be the fingle or a Wife,
Still the her point does carry.
She is a Piece
Of that bloody Husband's Body,
His own Purchase,
And an Honour of the Church's.
Sinners happy, children lovely,
This will caufe us great rejoicings.
And Lamb's virgins.
9. For this bleft End we give you o'er
To th' only virgin-like Man pure,
Whofe Blood hath it acquired,
That you fhall be fuch Hearts and
can;
For your
Bride-titles then began,
When he for you expired,
O Lamb, fuch Flame
To fuch Sinners, worthlefs children,
Never glowed:
what is on us bestowed!
10. O Chrift's dear Father! be thou
glad,
We're thy Son's Crown and joy in-
deed:
O tender Mother! kifs us,
Nurfe us poor Children carefully;
We are not fo as we fhould be,
And this indeed does grieve us.
Husband thy Band
We're however, thine for ever;
And thy own Choir-congregation.
Thy Poffeffion,
11. Now, deareft Lamb! thy bloody
Sweat,
Thy Death fweat come fo hot and wet
Upon our Soul and Body;
Thy holy Flesh our fweet Repaft,
That make us all and keep us chafte;
Thy purple Oil fo bloody
Now flow quite thro'
Veins and members, (nothing hinders)
Soul and Body
Must have nothing left unbloody.
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