"WE flock With many thoufand wishes, thou Who ever wert and art their Rock! Come and refresh thy People now, Who for thy Crofs's Word fo dear Differ from all, and stand alone. Accept from us united here' The Elder's Adoration. 2. We kifs thy Hand in fpirit, Lamb, Mark'd with a print, bor'd by the Nail; That Hand which for us on the beam Was ftretch'd out, and appear'd fo pale ; That Hand, which, e'er thou went'ft away, One faw thy chosen people bless; That Hand, by which, on Judg. ment-day, Thy finners are to ftand by grace. 223. Heilige dir deine leute. Anctify thy Congregation! "HE E who not right inly Loveth the Lord Jefus ; Yet would with Profeffion please us, As if the Crofs choosing; Would a faint be deemed, For fair Outfide be efteemed : Lo! fuch man weds a Bann, His whole unblest carriage Yet himself does fep'rate, Like a leaf half rotten Deem'd in the eternal Country : If one will 'bide honest, S Make them booties of thy Paffion. Nor before God's Nation O let not one 'mong us have a place To thy mind. Have blot of Prevarication, Thou know'ft how of us thou'rt 4. Afks the Clay its Potter, loved, Gift of all gifts beft approved, Heavenly Prefent, abounding with grace! * The holy Married-flate blefs; * John i. 14. What art thou a making? Thou art in my Cafe mistaken! No lefs errs, who gave not + Teftimonium Jesu, A&t. i. 8. L14 To himself Exiftence, Yet in Thought roves to great distance, Or will stray from that Way (Altho' bleft with many a mercy) Of less fruit than Cumber, What he us commandeth, Which we too now can do: 7. We are Slaves no longer, Who us bought by Payment bloody: He could have compell'd us, Yet thro' love refuses, And Heart's motions rather chufes : His Love binds us Debtors, 8. O ye Fellow members! (His Charms could not be refifted) And his good fouls always Hear what's faid by th' Handmaid, 19. Thus fhe fays, "Go forward, "Count your Grace ineftimable: 225. Schts also durch im pilger-pfab. "D OES it fo go in Pilgrim-path, As Jefus fore-declared hath ? Thou know'ft beft after all, What yoke, what burden, shall Be fuitable to my weak shoulder. 2. That which now happens, O how ftrange It seems to Reafon fo fhort-fighted? In all things Light hath got, The fame; and does not add 3. My One and All, my foul's beft Friend! Thus I myself to thee deliver. Yet it fhall neither give me fmart, Not fill my foul with anxious Sadnefs. My Chief! what wilt thou do? I ftand, thy work to view; Thou haft this Path for me invented. I did moft certainly Give myself up to thee, Nor have I yet thereof repented. Grant my request, And let my breast Soon find in thy Death conftant Reft. 3. Bleffed are the poor in spirit ; They shall the realm of Heav'n inherit, Thy Mercy they find easily. From thy Kingdom's felicity. Jefu! give us That noble heart, T'whom wealth does fmart, But Poverty delight impart. 4. They that mourn, bleft is their flation, They find abundant Confolation, Their Captain first that path did He prevails, tho' Crofs he suffers; Here is Weeping, At the Lamb's Feaft Here is a vale of tears at best. 5. Blefjed are the meek in spirit, They fhall as Lords the earth inherit; Tho' their true glory don't appear, And as the first-born Lamb, Is mild and low, Yet pow'rful too; Thofe of his realm are likewise so. 6. When proud hoftile band despises The poor fimplicity of Jefus, And ridicules his tender Sheep: Thefe Thefe must oft look terrifying, Of our Bridegroom; O Lamb fo pure, To make us thy clean Portraiture. 10. Bleft are they, whose heart embraces Will he mock him? The peaceful Method in all cafes, A flint cuts thro' 7. Bleed are the fouls that hunger, Who really (To fave our fouls :) So thirts, and he Water to the poor afforded, His Children God will them de- By this name are they difcerned: care: Who'd now not willingly Peace and concord We have at heart, Who fay, Thou, Jeface art our We will suffer at thy Pleasure, We love thee and don't think it hard. So lead us on, But woe to them, Suffer for thee! Through all things after thee to run. 12. Bleft are they that are despised, In fcornful manner ftigmatized, And for their Bridegroom's fake If a Bride thinks it an honour Should we of our Lamb be Far, far be this from us, We are Chriftians; And The Shine is bright, The crown is right, After Slander! An humble Sense mean while within, But not to work fin, God forbid : 3. A mind to Lowliness inclin'd; A mind that ftrives untir'd From hurtful Fancies far retir'd. 4. I afk to be with all at Peace ; Still faithful the Lamb's Hymn t'exprefs; In Prayers faithful too, Then, then in Chrift we're finish'd For other fouls to him to speak, quite. 14. Thus, while here, O let us ever O Love! we do love thee, But an image Of th' endless Love, ITH tender longings and WITH With hundred tears fprung from the Thy Flame I wait for here; Ear. 2. I afk a free clear state of Soul; In Spirit of my mind a full Recov'ry certify'd; The En'my's plots and schemes to break; To the Friend daily join'd anew: 5. And thy each Beck and will; Who doth my foul there feed and 6. A terror to the adverse part; In Walking fimple, upright, plain : 7. To fouls who know that Mystery, Joyful to look upon, and fee, Our Love how much He can; In Jefus now a finish'd Man: |