o. The firft male Perfon's Wife and She

Iffu'd out of his Heart;
The finlefs Man's Bride fuitably,

Thro' breach made by a Dart, Was fetch'd out of one Side of his : The Miftrefs of the Houfe fince this, The Pleura does in Scutcheon wear,

And in each Draught of her.

11. The common Bible banish'd clear,

O Man, you first muft fee! Who can't God's Cov'nant- Member bear,

And feel antipathy,

The Forge where Chrift was form'd, to blefs, Whence their Refpect all Mothers

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429.

Sel'ge funder-hertzen.

Inner hearts fo favour'd! Who the Seal's mark wear To the Man once tortur'd

Very near and dear!
Ere you in your chamber
Once the Sheep remember
Will to Sleep give place,

In the Roil of Grace.
2. Your well-known Acquaintance
Jefus do you
Good!
Your Prince, (by Alliance
Near; and by his Blood
In your Hearts portrayed)

Blefs your Number all; Whose Ranfom he payed

When that Blood did fall. 3. One may yet just mention Dangers of the Night,

In the moft bleft Mansion,
(For they ceafe not quite)
But 'gainst all feduction,
Jefu's Servants true!

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Afk ye the Protection
Of the Crofs anew.
4. Reft, redeemed Members!
Like to you were those,
Which, as Flesh he enter'd,

He to bear him chose:
Should our Breast Lufts noisom
To profane get leave?
When yet Mary's Bofom
Suck to Jefus gave!
5. No: for to prevent it,
Our Lamb, God and Spouse,
Hung on Cross extended;
Ev'n the Curfe so close
He of lufts unholy

Kill'd by his Flesh then.
Who believ'd this fully,

Would be ever clean.

6. Sleep in the Lamb's Safeguard! Dream of his Crofs dear, Of the thorny Garland,

Of the cruel fpear

Which his Heart thro' pierced,
Of the Furrows fore
On his Back impressed,

Till 'twas bruis'd all o'er,

7. Of each Wound and Nail-print
In both Hands and Feet,
Of the Side's apartment.
Sleep fo foft and sweet,
As once the dear Saviour
On the Sea fo deep,
In a Storm, did sweetly
On a Pillow fleep.

Sinner-apoftles and thy Soldier band. 2. O welcome and refresh our fouls, With free access to thy Wound-holes, Where we've fo long been wont to flee With childlike Familiarity:

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And may we thence fuch Nourish- 3 ment derive,

That we may vig'rous in thy Service live.

3. O thou whofe Eyes the World país thro',

Each Servant and each Handmaid
view;

We are thy Booty, thy reward,
For whom thou thought'ft no toil
too hard;

Nay, for this end haft not thy Life
deny'd,

To make us thy peculiar Joy and
Bride.

4. Let ev'ry Member here be found
In Life's bleft Bundle closely bound;
Quickly fuch Light and fuch Fire

dart,

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2. Sound Conduct universal, Which folid and fincere hall

Grant me, (with but this diff'rence, A finner's Blush and Rev'rence)

round.

4. With Shield of Faith all over My private Treasure cover, 'Gainft darts the Fiend may fling: Yea, let my Feet be ready, To other Sinners needy

The Meffage of this Peace to bring. 5. Forefight of Iffue glorious, Tho' ftorms beat e'er fo furious,

Like Helmet, guard my head. And, my Mind to embolden To all that's good, the golden Inftructions of thy Word there fhed. 6. Sword matchlefs of the Spirit! No other can in merit

Be like to it allow'd:

It lops away all spurious,

And carves, with texture curious, In mortal breasts the Thoughts of God.

* 1 Sam. xxi. 9.

7. Give me withal, a throbbing (Whether ferene, or fobbing)

By Pray'r up-looking Heart To thee, my Life's Defender! Who doft, on Sighings tender, First Ease, and then Succefs

part.

8. Thou feeft me full of Wishes Ev'n now the purport this is, I would adorn thy Grace!

The Frame of Mind, which in
Thee was.

Becaufe of thy Blood's fprinkling, Let me difcern each inkling

Of ghoftly Good or Ill: Body and Soul, now holy, Lightness, nor Melancholy, Without a facrilege, can fill.

10. I'd honour, keep unspotted This Body's Veft, allotted

By my wife Architect; And yet, when Work requires me, And when thy Caufe infpires me,

Confume it, Eafe and life neglect. 11. That Spirit within, begotten By thee, (when all was rotten,

And dead from God before) Teach ever, as thy Pupil, What to embrace, what fcruple Self-Will to fhun, and thine explore.

12. Preserve me from all tumour

Of Satan's fatal Humour,

Thoughts felf-admiring, proud: Each Crumb thou shalt allow me, With Gratitude fhall bow me, Accounting all for me too good. Make me t'esteem my Neighbours,

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An

Thou must hide me in thy Breaft. Br 'Tis my Destination,

That my habitation

Should be in thy bleeding Side,

There to hide,

And for ever to abide.

M

2. When this in my heart I ponder, T
I feel fomething ftrangely fweet;
I am fill'd with Joy and wonder,
That I may the Side-hole greet. T
O! this lovely Palace
Does afford me Solace :
O this Side-wound is the Gate,
Small and ftrait,

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W

I kiss thee yet once more
On thy befpittled bloody Cheeks;
My longing must have what it feeks
On thy unnumber'd Wounds and
Sores.

2. Upon thy Head I kifs the prints Made by the num'rous thorny Points, I kifs the Feet and Hands,

The Back depriv'd of skin and flesh, The Cov'nant-Blood's fo early gafh, The cave which in thy pierc'd Side ftands.

3. Ever, O Lamb! to me remain So, that I not only obtain Some Dawnings of thy Grace; But let me have thy Wounds each hour

Quite near, and let me feel the pow'r Which thy whole martyr'd Body has.

I will weep

After thee, and in thee creep.
4. Deareft Side-hole! I do covet
Thy warm Blood above all things.
O! thou art the most beloved

Of all other Woundhole-Springs. Side hole's Blood bedew me, Cover and go thro' me;

IS

T 'T

Take thy courfe thro' all my Veins, T
Heart and Reins,
So that nought unbath'd remains. T

me,

The blifs of that Heart's cavity
Is my Soul's confolation.
Now I freely

Will embrace him without ceafing,
He can't hinder

Me, he knows my love is tender. 7. The glory of thy Heart, O Lamb, And thy aftonishing Love's flame

Goes far beyond conception : Thy Impulfe does all pow'r exceed, And when thou lov'ft, 'tis Love in deed,

Yet all beyond defcription.
I will be ftill;

Ever feeding on thy bleeding
Wounds production,

I'll fuck them with eager fuction.
8. But as for the Side's cavity,
For which I long exceffively

With my heart's whole Affection, This I will not yet pry into, I'll first out of the Body go,

Here all is imperfection.
Thomas could place

His hand in it, feel and fcan it,
Circumfpe&ly;

My Soul would take flight directly. Had Lamb's felf not laid on my

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me

Some Labour, I should certainly

Mind nought but love's enjoyment: While on the bleeding Wounds I feed, I might forget my Brethren's need, My Office and employment. For I truly

Have the Favour, while I favour