5. To my poor heart the death and fmart Of God my Lord Does peace and joy afford. A finner e'er fo poor All o'er, Quite full of fin, is well within, Appears to him in Blood. Thy Churches dear, With longing thee to know.. And Childlike bow With fhame before thy Throne : 6. Blood, Blood, ah! Blood, the Flesh our Hearts purify! only Good, My Ranfom-Price, For my heart does fuffice. O may the flaughter'd Lamb, To fave the loft to th’uttermost, And thousands to his Tree. 7. Stand in your place, heralds of grace, With holy fhame, And thus the Cross proclaim! "Souls! tafte, and have his Flesh 66 Quite fresh, 4. O moft lovely Cross! And kill our Drofs That brings us into Thrall. 5. We now thy Blood drink So fure a Shelt'ring fee. 6. Communion divine! “And drink the Blood, for you fo Hence is our Happiness, good." Then, preach with Power, "That Blood does Sin devour." + 53. Wir wollen lernen Chrißi creuz verfehn E with from our heart "WE To feel we're Thine, And our Hearts to thee give. 7. A Pattern most fair We have receiv'd from thee, In mutual Love should join. To know Ghrift's Crofs 8. O then thyself gird! indeed, Ev'n th' inmoft part, What bleffings there lie hid : Surely, It is a Mystery! 2. This knowledge is clear Unto thy friends alone, + Precatio. And wash our Feet quite clean; We are thy Herd, In whom thy grace is feen, Long fince thy Mercy know. 9. Flow down, blood divine! And 1 And grant me my request, Around us fprings, by Gospel light, Whate'er we meet in life: care That in thy Wounds I now may find 'Will us preferve where'er we are. My everlasting Reft. 2. There is no happiness or peace That can be found elsewhere; In them alone my Life I'll feek, In them thy Love declare! 3. May I no more refift thy Love, No more thy Spirit grieve, But as a little child become, And fimply Thee believe. 4. Faith is thy gift, my dearest Lamb, Thou'ft purchas'd it for me; Therefore a finner's right I claim, Which is, to worship thee. 5. To worship thee, who haft re deem'd Sinners from endless pain, That they might know no other theme, But that a Lamb was flain. 6. Imprefs then deeply on my breaft This truth, That thou haft died, That in thy wounds with confidence I ever may abide. 4. We deeply pity then Th' uneafy Lufts, that burn The breasts of other men; But not to them return: We nothing lack, nor look behind, And scorn to shake with ev'ry wind. 5. Since, Lord, we ne'er are well, But while we fee thy Light, Never let Flesh or Hell Remove it from my Sight: Ne'er let me fall to reas'nings blind, Which fo enthrall the faithlefs mind. I. 56. ESU, each blind and trembling foul JEST Let thy foft Voice perfuade, In all Distress to come to thee We need not be afraid. 2. Is Sin our grief? whatever fin, Thou fpilledft for our fakes. 3. Is Unbelief the thing we feel? (Above all vice accurft:) Yet when thou diedft for all fins, Thou didst include the worst. 4. Have we, which bitter is indeed, Forlook thy love when known? Yet thou a gentle Master art, Nor wilt the Weak disown. Are we o'erwhelm'd with thought 5. and care, Hath Sorrow seiz'd our breaft? Tho' 'tis a fhame it fhould be so, Yet thou wilt give us Reft. 6. 6. Are we uncertain what's the cafe, | 8. Which teaches me what is thy But feel we are not right? Will, it, Lamb, This mortal frame, 2. Cleanfe me and wash me in thy This mind fo frail, blood, Then only Thine I'll be ; Create me Thine, and I will have No other Lord but Thee. Where fins did long prevail, Should ever run a Race Of Grace? The cause is, fure, Immanuel's pow'r, 3. Take my poor heart juft as it is, Does yield the mildeft Aid. Set up therein thy throne; So fhall I love thee above all, And live to thee alone. 2. Who but believes, and once perceives, In depth of heart, 4. Remember, Lord, when thou That he in thee has part; didit hang And die upon the Tree, Can always to this Seal Appeal, For whom were all thy wounds and Can there forget each load or Let, pains, But for the world and me? And fimply trust, The Lamb's death conquer muft. 5. There thou didst purchase life for 3. And tho' tis true, the best we do, And rous'd me out of fin's deep fleep, 4. This then to me permitted be, 59. 1. I Thirt, thou wounded Lamb of To wash me in thy cleansing blood; To dwell within thy wounds; then pain Is fweet, and life or death is gain. 2. Take my poor Heart, and let it be For ever clos'd to all but thee: Seal thou my Breast, and let me wear That pledge of love for ever there. 3. How bleft are they, who still abide Close shelter'd in thy bleeding Side! Who life and strength from thence derive, And by thee move, and in thee live. 4. What are our works but fin and death, Till thou thy quick'ning Spirit 8. First-born of many brethren thou, To thee, lo! all our fouls we bow; To thee our hearts and hands we give, Thine may we die, thine may we live. The way to peace and happiness, 4. whole. I can't ev'n make my own felf I get much pain, but nothing more: and love; How Self-will raifes difcontent Against my Saviour's Government; 6. When Satan tempts, how foon I ftart; Pafs by Convictions in my heart; beft Love and Zeal abate; Fall, and my very Falls forget: 7. When I fee This, I can't exprefs What melting fhame, and yet what 8. Thofe fouls who ftray not from 15. Ah keep us ever so: their Hearts, To live this Life is all my aim; King, My Heart into that Order bring, A 61. Ein armes (under-herz. True poor finner's heart, Which knows no where to fly 2. Scarce is the Lamb but view'd, For joy we never know, Looking in ev'ry wound. 62. Solche leute will der Koenig kulfen. T° Who, at a lofs which way to turn or |