We cannot of the Crown partake, Unless we kifs the Crafs with pleasure, And thus with open arms receive All Smart, distress and Tribulation, =So that the Saviour hath free leave To his Death's Likeness us to fashion. If Satan with vile art Cannot perfuade the heart To bargain for fome Mitigation; Then widens he the path, That, in falfe Flight of Faith, Souls venture too far from their Station. 14. Right inward must the foul remain, And fuck Love's breafts for her nu- Retiring fo from Luft as Pain, Who is fo exquifitely beauteous: And gracious Face of our foul's Lover. 15. But when by all his ways at length He can't from Grace decoy or fright Warm'd by the Bridegroom's fires, The bridal-Heart retires To calm Repofe, all thought exceeding. I. 153. WHad not Redemption mild Eas'd my poor breaft, and all my Thoughts Renew'd just like a Child. 2. Lord, fince I've known thy Peace, 3. O how my heart's reviv'd, When I can fleal a Look At Things or Persons, which I think Are written in thy Book! 4. I can't distinguish oft The great Things from the fmall, Where'er but Grace appears in Truth, 'Tis venerable all. Any that's better to his Mind, Nor can indeed engage himself, nor will, But only with the fav'rite Object ftill. 5. He alfo may, 'tis clearly prov'd, Be by a mortal Creature lov'd: Lazarus, and th' Apostle John, Martha and Mary, ev'ry one, And I, like humble Magdalen, Wait till a glance I from thy Eyes Partook without their pains his What I purfue, a happy Slave: Friendship's grace; His choice made him them love, not worthiness. 6. So then, moft dear and faithful Spouse, While in that heart I forfeit not my place, There's nothing else can my concern much raife. 11. O Saviour, my poor finful Heart Thou shalt like John me love and Thou know'ft; it oft has caus'd thee choose : fmart! And Thy Death and Blood and all thy fmart, Thy wounds in hands and feet and fide, Are my Joy, and will fo abide. 2. I am thy worm, thy finner, Lamb! My Heart is thine, thy Child I am; And if I fhould this moment die, Into thy Arms I'd furely fly. 6. This one thing then I beg of Let me thy faithful Handmaid be, Is all my joy ; Nought elfe my thoughts employ ! Should he appear, I'm not in fear And full Attonement made. 2. But till he come With holy fhame I'll fit, And praise the name of that bleft Who for me dy'd, 3. O Lamb, thou know'ft 3. I'd kifs and greet thy Wounds fo Of ought I'd done; dear, On which I did believe while here: 4. Here in this world I'm wholly thine, And therefore if it is thy Will, 5. I thereto am refign'd and free, "Twas thy Free-grace alone, And gave me place among thy Race, of whom could much be said. Tis you that will most certainly 2. Thy Pain and doleful fighing, Before all other matters For his Death's agony; Thy brotherly Faithfulness, That thou dy'dft truly on the Wood, Reftoring and redeeming From wrath thy Flesh and Blood. 5. Grace in the Blood of Jefus, Good for a Sinner's heart! What elfe, I pray, could eafe us, Should the Crofs-form depart? And could we not read very plain Our Grace-election written In th' wounds of the Lamb flain? 6. Therefore belongs for ever Body and foul to Thee, And nothing fhall them fever From thee eternally : The Soul's the Wages of thy death, Thou Champion justly crowned With many a glorious Wreath. 7. We truft, no fubtile power Shall pluck us from thy Hand: Since we're known by our Lover, The Foe has no demand: 8. His Scheme is now exploded, His claim is without force, And his whole fyftem loathed; The Lamb's blood does of courfe Preserve our fouls in perfect Rest; 'Tis Blood that marks our Doorpofts, And keeps us always bleft. 10. Be in our hearts impressed And Blood draws there thy Picture Expiring in keen smart? 11. Ye open Wounds fo bleeding, Ye prints in Hands and Feet! What from you is proceeding I feel, with kiffes fweet: 12. Amen! thou highly bleffed Our Lover kind was he .159. Ey! bittet Gott den Heiligen Geil. We fhew him the Lamb's Sacrifice,To God the Holy Ghost we This ftuns the evil Spirit, So that he yields and flies. pray, Who points us out the Gospel-way, That That he thofe precious Gifts beftow Which now each thirtyheart o'erflow. 2. All glory, pow'r and praise is thine, Sweet Comforter, who didâ incline 1 Our hearts, when by the Father drawn, To hear glad tidings of the Son! =3. A ftranger thou to ev'ry one, Before that Sin to us was fhewn, Which more than any crime confounds, Believing not on Jefu's Wounds, 4. Which full forgivenefs did procure, and Grace: 6. Moft kindly thou didft us receive, And our diftreffed Hearts relieve. 7. Now let us in thy School remain, Till we the Father's throne attain; Be to our fouls a faithful Guide, In Trials fierce with us abide; 8. The heav'nly Father's fweeteft |