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Wash white as Snow my ev`ry Part,
Give me in fillnefs to fuftain

Whate'er thy Wisdom fhall ordain.
4. Form for thy felf in me, and make
My heart the Lamb's foft image take:
Yea flay me, Lord, and offer me
A pure Burnt-facrifice to thee.

Bind Ifaac's hands and feet (thy
fon)

Nor leave the work till all be done;
O never let him, Lord, get free,
Till wholly he's refign'd to thee.
6. Yea briskly on to th`Altar lead,
And fuffer him no more to plead ;
No longer with th'old Adam bear;
Lead on, dear Lord, confume him
there!

7. Then fhall I gladly follow, Lord,
Continuing inftant in thy Word;
Hereafter fee thy beauteous Face,
Here walk in Faith upheld by grace,
8. Clofe copying after all thy Mind,
Nor leaving any Grace behind:
Lamb-like and Virgin-like thou art,
Thus, thus, my Bridegroom, make
my heart.
546.

Mein Water, zeuge mich.

Ather, make me thy child,

Thine Image may I be;
As thou in thy own Nature art,
By grace, O make thou me.
2. My Light, enlighten me,
Difpel the clouds of Sin;

Without thee hell has all my heart, And all is dark within. 3. Saviour, my feet direct

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To tread the path of Peace; O bring me home, I thirst to be Where fins and forrows cease. Eternal Truth, my mind To calm, thy grace afford; Strong may I ftand, fecure in thee, Hell conqu ring through thy word. 5. Raife thou me up, my Life,

I'm dead to all that's good;
My famifh'd foul with Manna feed,
Revive, thy felf the food.
6. O patient, fpotlefs Lamb,

My heart in Patience keep,
To bear the Cross so easy made
By wounding thee fo deep.
Inftruct me, Mafter, now
God who is Light, to fee;
Then fhall I, Abba, Father! cry,
Open'd my lips by thee.

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8. Cease not, my Prieft, to pray

For me, for I am thine; My groans, I know, cannot prevail, Unlefs thy Spirit's join.

9. Still, O my King, defend

That grace thou giv'ft to me; Nor world, nor flesh, nor hell can hurt

The foul that trufts in Thee. 10. Bring me, my Shepherd, where Thy choiceft Flocks abide : From wand'ring fave my foolish heart,

And keep it by thy Side. 11. Phyfician, heal my Soul, My fickness caus'd by fin; My heart's impure, thy Blood apply And I fhall foon be clean. 12. My Friend, thou haft enough,

My mis'ry to relieve;

Though fin and hell opprefs, let it But to thy Heart me drive.

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13. My Bridegroom, take my heart,,Upon th'efpoufed Members Lift, Who thro' the King's choice do exift: I choofe with nought, that foiis, to interfere,

And ftamp thereon thy Seal; Give me thy love, and in my foul Thy wondrous felf reveal. 14. My All in all, unite

My heart fo firm to Thee, That at all times, and ev'ry where, Thy love my All may be.

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Now Man fhall live; for God hath dy'd.

4. O kill in me this rebel Sin, And triumph o'er my willing breast Reftore thy Image, Lord, therein, And lead me to my Father's rest. 5. Ye earthly loves, be far away! Saviour, be thou my love alone; No more may mine ufurp the fway, But in me thy great Will be done! 6. Yea thou true Witnefs, fpotless Lamb,

All things for thee I count but lofs; My fole defire, my constant aim, My only glory be thy Crofs!

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As I'm to be a clean bride-member here.

2. Hence does my Faith in fpirit

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Thus the old System is retir'd; The new,with Spirit's mind, acquir'd: Welcome art thou, my dearest Lamb! O that the Bridegroom's Days foon

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He dwells in the Heart, and does there erect

A Lamp ever-burning, which won't neglect

By all juft and holy and chaste converfation,

To yield of the blood-wrought Re. lease demonstration.

4. Now finish, O Jefu, my gentle Preferver !

What thou thyfelf didft thus beget : In me thy redeem'd one be giorify'd farther,

And give my foul its Reft compleat. So, when I in Heav'n thro' thee ar. rive,

And earthly confufion and forrow leave,

I'll ever to him that's entitled Thrice holy,

Sing praifes, fince Praife will my bufinefs be folely.

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3. So fragrant thy Ointments, fo O let me, dear Jefu, with Thee co

fweet is thy Way, Thou fovereign Beauty! And hence 'tis my duty,

Of thy Footsteps powerful fomewhat
to fay.

Thy Foretaftes, I find,
Do ftrengthen the mind:
If thefe fo delight.

What will be the Sight?

4. By true Spirit's Poverty draw me a'oft;

If needful to frame us,

By Bridle abftemious,

And Sufferings, me on the lucid
Road waft.

Thy Glance I return,

And mutually burn:

I want but to fee

Thy Image in me.

alefcing,

In mind and deportment thy Form be expreffing.

3. To thee, not me, I live :
For fince thou, both in Life and
Dying,

A Fund for my ufe wert fupplying,
Myfelf to Thee I give.

O take me, dear Jefu, entire in re-
quital,

My Soul, Limbs and Spirit, and all that is vital,

553.

Bolt ich aus furcht vor menschen.
kinder.

HALL I for fear of feeble
Man,

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5. Jerufalem's daughters! I prefs to Thy Spirit's courfe in me restrain?

his Tent:

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Or undifmay'd, in deed and word

Be a true Witness to my Lord? 2. Aw'd by a mortal's frown, shall I pre-Conceal the Word of God most high! How then before thee fhall I dare To ftand, or how thy anger bear? 3. Shall I, to footh th'unholy throng, Soften thy Truths, and fmooth my tongue ?

From Sin's weight and from Death's ftrong prison, Art to ferene Existence rifen,

And liv'ft eternally!

O grant that in Faith I may firmly embrace thee,

And take for my life thy Life bleffed

and maffy.

2. I live, yet not I now:
Thou haft me into Thee tranfplanted,
To dwell in my Heart covenanted;
On both scores, my Life thou!

To gain earth's gilded toys, or flee The Crofs endur'd,my God, by thee! 4. What then is he, whofe fcorn I dread,

Whofe wrath or hate makes me
afraid?

A Man! an heir of death, a slave
To fin, a bubble on the Wave!
5. Yea, let man rage! fince thou
wilt spread

Thy fhadowing Wings around my

head:

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Doth ought on earth my wifhes raife, | 5. To him who has the Purchase

Or the World's favour, or its praise ? 7. The love of Chrift does me con; ftrain

To feek the wandring Souls of men'; With cries, intreaties, tears, to fave, To fnatch them from the gaping grave.

8. For this let men revile my name; No cross I fhun, I fear no fhame : All hail, Reproach, and welcome, pain!

made,

Immortal honours now be paid :
The glory of the Saviour's name
My tongue in grateful fongs pro-

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claim.

WHe

555.

Hen the ETERNAL from his
throne

Came down to vifit worms on earth,
Seraphick Spirits fang for joy ;
Their cheerful notes proclaim'd his
Birth.

2. With awful, but harmonious founds,

Only thy terrors, Lord, reftrain.
9. My life, my blood I here prefent,
If for thy Truth they may be fpent:
Fulfil thy fov'reign counfel, Lord!
Thy will be done, thy Name ador'd!"
10. Give me thy ftrength, O God of
pow'r!

Then let winds blow, or thunders
roar,

Thy faithful witnefs will I be :
Tis fix'd! I can do all thro' Thee.

554.

1. I Sing the God, whofe tender

Caus'd him to leave his throne above, To dwell with finful worms below,

And fave them from eternal woe. 2. On fallen men he caft his eye, In depths of mis'ry faw them lie; Pity'd their state, refolv'd to come, And fuffer freely in their room. 3. A mortal Body he affum'd, Bled, groan'd and dy'd, and was entomb'd;

At length, the Work thus finished, In triumph left his dusty Bed. 4. To Heav'ns bright realms he took

his flight,

Beyond the reach of our weak fights There pleads with God for ranfom'd

men,

From thence in pomp will come again.

Glory to God enthron'd on high, And Peace to finful Men below, The friendly hoft tranfported cry. 3. The noble theme demands my praife,

While I the wond'rous Method view, Which gives the dying Sinner life, Which gives th' offended God his Due.

4. As yet I oft with tears complain, How dim and feeble is my Sight,

Not able now, alas ! to

bear

The fplendor of eternal light.
Enough to raife the dying Flame;
5. Yet here, my deareft Lord, I fee
My heart's awaked, and my tonguę
Aloud thy Glory fhall proclaim.

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