To come to Thee and live;
I therefore come with all my Sins,
I know Thou can't forgive.
2 My Lamb, and Saviour dear!
I long to lee Thy Face,
To know Thee more and more by Faith,
I pray Thee give me Grace.
And when this Life is o'er,
O may I dwell with Thee,
Still worshipping the bleffed Lamb,
Who liv'd and dy'd for me.'
LXXXV.
From the German.
No. 1197. V
Y wounded Prince enthron'd on high,
After Thy Blood a-thirst I cry,
Reclining on Thy loving Heart! I s
I'm trangely well, and ev'n my Smart
Is wholefome, good, and greatly bleft.
2 After Thy Grace a-thirst to be,
Already That's to hang on Thee;
To feel Thy Love alone,
That's to poffefs Thee, Sinners Friend
Ev'n panting all for, Thee to spend, I
This in Thy Book is noted down.
3 O take me by the Hand and Heart,
Gracious and loving as Thou art,
And deep Thy Seal imprefs;
Keep me fhut up fecure and free
From earthly Noife and Mifery;
Thyfelf find always free Accefs!
I lov'd Thee little, gracious Lord,
Tho' by the heav'nly Hoits ador'd,
Ere I 1 hy People lov'd:
The Beauties of Thy chofen Race,
Of being fmitten with Thy Grace
The wonderful Occafion prov'd.
Y wounded Prince, Thy chofen Race With everlasting Love embrace; Let Streams of Life Thy Church o'erfpread, Fur which Thy precious Blood was fhed. 2 Thou Lamb from everlafting flain,, Thou always doft the fame remain, The fame kind loving Sinners Friend, Whofe Years and Mercies never end. Before Thy Throne afham'd we fink, When on Thy wond'rous Grace we think, Which more than ever now appears,
In Wonder loft we melt in Tears.
4 Thy Gofpel, in these bleffed Days,
Throughout the Earth its Beams difplays;
Nations, that ne'e. had heard of Thee,
Thy great Salvation fhout to fee.
5 Now to Thy Wounds ev'n Gentiles fly,
And Thy great Thirting fatisfy;
They, feiz'd with Flames of Love divine,
Sweetly with us poor Sinners join.
6 From Ages all, this Myfl'ry feal'd,
The Lamb has by His Death reveal'd,
That heav'nly Thrones and Pow'rs fhou'd
know.
God's Wisdom by the Church below.
7 Thy Blood and Death upon the Tree
Our only Meditation be;
Thy Wounds and Stripes be Day and Night
Our darling Pleasure and Delight,
8 Thro' this bad World thy ransom'd guide,
Seal'd up within thy bleeding Side;
From Satan's Wrath and Craft therein i
Thy harmless Doves for ever fcreen.
9 They are thy juft Reward, thy Spoil,
The Purchase of thy bloody Toil;
This was the Father's firm Decree,
That they Thy chofen Race fhould be.
10 Much hated they, defpis'd and mean,"
Yet, while they on the Bridegroom lear.
Let Nations rage, let Devils roar,
The flaughter'd Lamb they ftill adore.
O Comfort have I, Lord,
But what Thy Wounds afford :
When that bleffed Blood of Thine
From my inward Eye is hid,
Dark and defolate I pine;
Lord, fuch Darkness O forbid!
2 I know 'tis not of Thee,
That I thus loft fhould be:
Thou art ready, gracious Lamb,
While to Thee I turn my Face,
While Thy Love is all my Aim,
Still to give me perfect Peace.
.'Tis I who am to blame,
'Tis I inconftant am:
I Thy Teachings disobey,
I of Thy great Mercy doubt,
I will have my Will and Way,
I for Trifles fhut Thee out.
4 Now, Saviour, on me fhine,
Remove whate'er is mine:
Break each Idol great and small,
Ev'ry Cord that binds me burn;
Gladly now I'd hear Thy Call,
Into Thy fweet Arms return.
O more with trembling Heart I try
A Multitude of Things;
Still wishing to find out that Point
From whence Salvation fprings.
My Anchor's caft! caft on a Rock,
Where I fhall ever reft
From all the Labour of my Thoughts,
And Workings of my Breaft.
2 What is my Anchor? if you ask;
A hungry helplefs Mind,
Diving, with Mis'ry for its Weight,
Till firmeft Grace it find..
What is my Rock? 'Tis Jefus Chrift,
Whom faithlefs Eyes pafs o'er;
Yet There all Sinners anchor may,
And ne'er be shaken more.
YOW I have found theGround, wherein
Sure my Soul's Anchor may remain,
The Wounds of Jefus, for my Sin
Before the World's Foundation flain;
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