22. 33. Whene'er the bloody Payment's worth, Or free Election is fet forth, Where nought but Grace avails; The whole Difciple troop, tho' true, Comes running glad with Homage due, And finner-like before him falls. An ancient Church we fee Which always lov'd to be By his Death was the cause 13e. The Joy I felt I can't exprefs, Make me faithful in the Lamb's Af. And as a new-born Child renew'd. fairs, 13. And this Church ever fince has flood, Which was her firft and only Drefs. The happy Church of Chrift The Father takes Care; 8. 5. She walks, yet keeps within her A new Name in th' World of Grady Fence, And who invade her foil, Muft only for their infolence Immediately recoil. 21. We've lefs connexion with this vain World's Good, Than the hard Iron hath with Clay or wood, (They can ne'er be mixed ;) and we fo find it, That the Lord's Servants always were thus minded, Ev'n in th' old Times. 9. As when one is deep under Ground, All Noife feems at a distance, So is to us the World around By thy dear Grave's affiftance, 61. By him we carefully are fcreen'd From earthly Noise and Mifery, And in this Time of Grace can find, That we may chearful Children be; Who have indeed nought to regard But to the Lamb ourselves to give, Wholly to be his Smart's reward, And unto him alone to live. 89. What are we? Little Hearts; In Jefu's Blood fo pure, Worms fwimming on fecure, Enamour'd with his four Nail prints fair, Yea, motes in Crofs's Air, Bears each faithful Member: This Name marks his deftin'd place C In the Marriage-chamber. 89. Though the Church, and her ead member Sing forth their Church-Hymns however, Still rather in that fafe humble Tone, Than in the tone, Victoria, Yet fince it now can't be contro verted, Our Lamb a Signature has imparted To the Crofs-church of the Brethres old, To be for him a Fold, I B 13. When our Church fometimes muft 1 take Care of ftrange things, as if her's they were ; : brings indeed much Grief and fmart, ut also great peace in the Heart. 33. To both th' Elias' grievous days, The Heat is almost gone; That little of Distress, Which us in these our years As ftrove the Fiend his rage to vent, 67. In his Chair He feats himself who rules us, And as foon as kiffing's over, fchools us; Teaching fweetly, as in play, 22. 56. Tho' we love each other much, Of the dearest earthly Mien : Limbs with Nail-fcars never printed, He who names us his small Sinner-Do receive no Wrong at all. ftock, He (in Trials hard and fore, 33. His Prefence true, as nearness ; Any Station Of Chrift's Paffion! 7. H That thou wert fo crucify'd 8. Thy Bride, Lord Jefu, is fo poor, W Yet didft thou wed her to thyfelf, By more than Brother's faithfulness, C F 54 c. ufband of fouls, thy Stream of grace Forth from the fpring of Blood, 'erflow us in the way thou know'st, Again to make all good, hat Adam loft by his fad Fall, As far he fell from thee, When all his Innocence he loft, And his fimplicity. O give us childlike fimple hearts, Our Confcience cleanse from fin; O lead us always to thy Blood, To make us pure within. or all the Wages thou requir'ft For all thy Smarts and pains, s but thy Children to redeem, And take away their Chains. 54c. . Redeemer, who at Golgotha Once as a Lamb wert flain! Ne pray thee now most heartily, Draw near to thy dear Train, Here are fome benches fill'd with And fee there our freedom, and fure election! And when we only move by his Di rection, We're always well. 8. Hence we are chearful still and bold, Howe'er by Burdens prefs'd: Lord, that fure for us keep and hold, What thou as promis'd haft. 21. Altho' thy Promifes are dear and great, As that on Thrones we once with thee fhall fit ; Yet what us delighteth, is, we fhall fee Thee And be to endless ages always with thee, Thou wounded Heart, O my dearest Jefus, More of this Deep known, On thy Bride with brightness shine: While thy precious Blood's Dew 'us does cover, The Church-love tears with it join. Here we cleave; this blood-ftream penetrates us : Friend and Brother! whofe love cap. Who know'ft fo well our wretched Nature's parts: |