A Collection of Hymns of the Children of God in All Ages, from the Beginning Till Now. In Two Parts. Designed Chiefly for the Use of the Congregations in Union with the Brethren's Church

'Of Faithfulness juft,

Them may the Church out of h I teeth

Tear, and feize as her own, And may the Mother quickly crown With many Souls her Son.

When once the ftubborn Neck fhall under his Yoke bow,

The finful Heart will foon be fweetly terrify'd

And Mercy what proofs hath his To fee, what Fruit therefrom may

Sceptre produc'd?

Jefu, who once has feen thy Heart? No Pain with that can equall'd be, Matchlefs the lofs, and so the smart! Dear Brethren, well this thing ob." ferve,

ev'ry where be fpy'd, For Him, for us, for it, for men and angels too.

HII. Meditations.]

21.

To love my Creator who dy'd for me, What is requir'd that I happy be?

And of him to have a moft fweet fenfation,

Then to be thankful for my Creation
That I'm a Man,

56.
Oft I spy, by glimpse from far,
Bleft departed Sinners Cafe,
State of grace!
How they glad round Jefus fit,
Drink and eat;

I in fpirit fhare the bleffing,

With care your hearts in Light pre-Once fhall tafte their Feaft refreshing,

ferve.

And this takes away all Pain.

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I of a Kingdom hid with God
The Cuftoms follow, and the Mode.
28.

I'll be to his renown,
A holy, glorious Crown
On his moft facred Head,

For all his Wound holes made:
In him with Heart's Belief
I'll 'bide, of Crim'nals chief.
25.

Now I'm refolved
To Jefu's Wounds to go,
No more involved;

From them my Reft does flow:
Thou haft fought me with Mercy
tender,

Now to thy Will I myself furrender.

1. To my Lord's Death, and Wounds and smart,

My Element, I turn:

He knows, that, were I all my
Days

Thro' lonely Places tofs'd,
Yet of that sweet Jesus-likeness
Nought thereby would be lost.
3. Th'Impreffion deep of what my
Friend

Hath done for me, for me,
When he his Life and Blood did
spend,

Shine in me conftantly.

56.

O my God, what do I feel,
When I fix my heart and face
On his Grace,

Who gives me his Daughter's name
Thro' love's flame;

And would gladly make me able
To the Lamb to be marriageable:
Happy Minutes, come, come foon!

19.

I with the World well with their
Glories and pleasures,

I wish the Wife well with their Sci-
ences treasures :

I wish the Good well with Man's wil-
ling and running;
When only my Heart right to burn
is beginning.

I'm always of my dearest Lamb

In tender Expectation,
'Till he fhall call me, or he come
To his dear Congregation.
IV. Sighings.]
56.
Lamb! thou'ft made the Univerfe
I too am thy little Creature,
Babe in nature,

Who thee for thy Wounds fake love,
And approve

My Bridegroom well knows how my To be Clay thy Hand is framing,

heart

To Him in love does burn.

A Reward thy Crofs is claiming;
Yea now fain would faithful prove.

Name,

And that I reas'ning long have ftood, And could not glory in thy Blood.

2. And when I felt thy Grace and light,

I prefently climb'd up fome height;
I was no Sinner, that is true,
This myft'ry I not rightly knew.
3. But now, my God, I am amaz'd
That thou haft me to Glory rais'd;
Thy Blood o'er me does bear the
Sway,

And helps me thro' from day to day 64.

Keep my Soul, O my Beloved!
Thou'rt the Fairest whom I covet ;
Never, never go from me,
Jefu, I do thirst for thee.

O be entring into my Tent now, Since thy Doctrine in my foul doth grow:

When fo deep in Thee I've gone,
That I'm thy own Flesh and bone,
I fhall share the Oil of gladness too.

3.
Thy Oil tinge the whole
Of Body and Soul,

And ev'ry Thought be Ev'n fick to attain thy Familiarity. 64.

Paint thy Image fair and tender In my Heart, and foft it render, Nothing else can pleasure me, Jefu, I do thirst for thee.

My dear Lamb! I pray

Blefs me ev'ry Day,

And give me thy Grace,

I fhould be well in having Thee.

My other felf my own.
24.

When my eyes o'erflow,
Comes thy Tears flood too,
My Tears feed along conducting
And unto thy wounds directing,
That my tears muft now
Quickly cease to flow.
13f.

Now, Lamb! I coft thee Joy and

Smart:

And let thy dear Wound holes fhine A poor Creature,

bright in my face.

13.

Yet each feature

Shall difcover

84.

That Blood, which all things can Thou'rt my Friend and bleeding

fubdue,

Lover.

Many Complaints to him I can
By a bare Sigh relate,
Which I can't reprefent to Man,
They are too delicate.

61. Thou, more than tongue can e'er exprefs,

('Tis dearer ftill and fofter) Belov'd beyond all Time and Place,

Before all things and after! Perform thy whole Fidelity

On me, Heart more than mother's! My Soul refigns herself to thee, No Sorrow from thee fmothers. 26.

Tho' oft complaining

Of Failures not a few,
Yet is my Meaning,

After the Lamb to go:

For that would fure fet me a blufhing, To be without Thee fome Project pushing.

16+.

To understand what Man experienc'd

never,

Let my heart with thy Love #
plenish'd be.

Faithful art thou: if th' heart a
Thee dependeth,

Well it begins, goes on well, wei
it endeth.
84.
Happy keep me,

Thro' my Spouse's Wounds and
bruifes,

And faft tied

To that Heart which for me died.

13.

To all good Works addicted still;
To speak of no man any Ill;
To ufe no bitterness or gall,
But fhewing Meckness unto all.

33. Thou fain would't have me cleaner In Heart and in Demeanour,

This I perceive and own.
I thank thee for thy Waiting,
For nurfing, educating,

And am with Shame quite bowed
down.

7.
Now, thou tender Mother-heart,
I come childlikely to thee;
If I caufe thee yet fome Smart,
Be so kind to fhew it me!

5. Haft thou for me promis'd ought, God of my Salvation, And I not fulfill'd thy Word? Have on me Compaffion. 8.

My God! to thee I bring my Heart,
Take it, and do not fcorn:
Well as I can, I give it thee,
Thy Face unto me turn.

O give me a clean Heart, that IO might my little Heart each minute

discover

The things which no man's eye did A quite delicious Morfel unto thee.

ever fee:

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