Us into his Death happily baptiz'd has,
Edeemer! who at Golgotha
Once as a Lamb wert flain,
We pray Thee now most heartily,
Draw near to Thy dear Train.
Here are fome Benches fill'd with Worms,
For whom Thou fhed'ft Thy Blood:
Come then, ah come, Thou Sinner's Friend,
Our wounded Lord and God.
Lift up, O great High-Prieft! Thy Hands,
Mark'd with the Wounds fo dear,
And blefs, O bless us graciously,
Us all, who now are here:
O flaughter'd God, Thy wondrous Love
Which ftill is in a Flame,
Let this be felt amongst us now,
And give us Joy and Shame.
3 Grant ev'ry one of us, to know
What thou haft done, for him ;.
And give us in Thy Blood's red Sea
For evermore to fwim.
O may Thy Spirit paint within
Thee, Jefu crucified,
Then Thou dear Friend, fo white and red,
Would't be for ever ey'd.
The Mouth would know, how to defcribe
What sparkleth in the Heart :
Not to confefs Thy Blood and Death,
Would caufe us Grief and Smart.
Each Heart would wish and long and burn
Some Work to do for Thee,
And one would call fome Sinners more
'Thee their dear Friend to fee.
5 Lord Jefu! give, O give us all
The Sinners holy Shame;
Then will we gladly go about,
Our Ranfom to proclaim:
We'll venture Honour, Life, and Blood,
Nor fear or Storm or Waves;
And with the greatest Chearfulness
Be Thy thrice happy Slaves.
I Ife, exalt the Majesty
Of our Sovereign Lord and King;
Glad he's thus ador❜d to be,
Glad his Children him fhould fing;
On Thy powerful Day they rife,
Off'ring Free-Will Sacrifice;
176 A Collection of HYMNS!
Thy victorious Triumph this,
Since Hell's Hoft defeated is.
2 All, who loyal Subjects prove,
All exult with chearful Noife;
They, Thy Spoils, inflam'd with Love,
Each his Foes thro' Grace deftroys:
Grace (what won'drous Thing it is ?)
Wafts us to the Port of Blifs,
Soldiers, who this Secret know,
May the Gates of Hell o'erthrow.
Dearest Lamb! may we believe,
Venture all on Thy Free Grace;
Boldly Things not feen atchieve,
Childlike view Thy loving Face:
Faith Thy People's Strong-hold is,
Their Delight and Pleafure this ;
Clofely to Thy Wounds to keep,
Waking, Working, or Afleep...
Faithful Lamb! who liv'dit by Faith
On Thy Pilgrimage below,
On our Hearts Thy Spirit breathe,
Thee th' Eternal Life to know:
Hearts and Hands to Thee we give,.
Unto Thee to die, to live
Sion, if Thy Head depart,
Thou a lifeless Carcafs art,
5 Head, Thy Body ne'er forfake,
Ne'er Thy Congregation leave;
They to Thee their Refuge take,
They to Thee their Husband cleave;
Farewell bid to ev'ry Thing,
Our Support is Christ the King,
Who can his fupreme Command,
Who in Earth or Heav'n withstand?
From the German.
No. 1226.
Acred anointing Oil, o'erflow.
And blefs thy Churches here below, Make all Things thro' Thy Light divine, In Heart and Soul moft clearly fhine: We are thy Harbingers who 'fore Thee stand, Sinner-Apostles and Thy Soldier-Band.
2 O welcome and refresh our Souls,
With free Accefs to Thy Wound-holes,
Where we've fo long been wont to flee,
With childlike Familiarity:
And may we thence fuch Nourifhment derive, That we may vig'rous in Thy Service live.
O Thou whofe Eyes the World pafs thro',
Each Servant and each Handmaid view;
We are Thy Booty, Thy Reward,
For whom Thou thought'ft no Toil tos berhards R
Nay for this End haft not Thy Life deny'd, To make us Thy peculiar Joy and Bride. 4 Let ev'ry Member here be found
In Life's bleft bundle closely bound; Quickly fuch Light and fuch Fire dart, Which may diffufe and fill each Heart; O take us to Thy faithful Arms Embrace, And reach out to us ftill the wonted Grace.
EE World, upon the bloody Tree
Thy Life there finks in Death,
Cover'd with Stripes and Wounds for Thee,
Thy Saviour yields his Breath..
2 Behold His Body swims in Blood;
Out of His tender Heart,
Deep Sighs and Groans He fends to God,
In His exceffive Smart.
3. Thou Prince of Glory, knew'ft no Sin,
What caus'd Thee then Thy Pain?
Thou harmless, undefil'd, and clean,
What caus'd Thee to be flain?
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