2. With deep Humiliation
Whilft life and breath remain,
This is my Declaration :

I duft and ashes mean!
'Tis deeply fix'd within my heart,
That I have been redeemed
By all thy Blood and smart.

3. I can't forget it furely,

Whilft I'm a finner base; My heart's attached purely,

Enamour'd with fuch Grace; That fuch a poor worm as I am, Am thy child by Adoption,

And dare confefs thy Name,

4. With thoufand tears forth streaming

I thank thy Mercy free,
This grace I'll be proclaiming,
Tho' in my fmall degree;
Only continue my kind Lord,
So fhall my future Service

To thy Heart joy afford.

5. I have once felt and tafted Thy divine precious Blood; Whatever Sin had wafted,

Is thereby now made good: Therefore 'tis fix'd within my That I have been redeemed

heart,

Thro' thy blood and Death's
Smart.

6. Ye Wounds, my God's invention!
To me how sweet are ye!
In you I've found a Manfion

For evermore for me,
I gladly now an Atom am,
Becante I'm alfo furely

A Crown of my dear Lamb.
Thou know'ft it, when my Nature
Does fometimes deviate,
What inward Smart and torture

It does to me create;
Therefore I always would refide,
Without all interruption,
Within thy bleeding Side.

8. My heart for love is glowing

T'wards thee, my dearest Lamb! And my Defire is flowing

At my dear Bridegroom's Name. I long to live for him, who died For me, and by whofe Saff'rings My foul was juftify'd.

9. Therefore thy Death and bleeding Shall occupy my heart, And I'll fill be avoiding

Whate'er might caufe thee fmart: For in this World nought can fuffice, To give me fatisfaction,

Nought but my Ranfom-price.
10. Here am I, my Beloved!
My Fellow members too,
We are thy Flesh avowed;

With us, as thou'rt us'd, do!
Cherish each foul within thy Fold,
O Lamb! meek Lambs make of us,
As well as Heroes bold!

11. Thy Death and Wounds lifeflowing,

Deep in our hearts imprefs! And whilft the heart is glowing, O let the Mouth confefs! That each of us till that great Day, May on his Sinner-forehead Thy bloody Seal difplay!

239.

Was hatten wir für freude oder ehre.

'HAT joy or honour could we have,

WHAT

We all unclean and base, Unless the righteous Lamb of God Our Joy and Honour was?

2. What boasted Work, what faireft thing

Of all that ours we name, Could we unto the Judgment bring Of him whofe Eyes are flame? 3. Who is fo rich, fo pure, fo juft, If fcann'd and try'd above, That his belt Plea and felf-defence

Of any weight could prove? 4. Who, who, has ever found a way Into the Holy Place,

By any other door but one,

5.

Chrift's Wounds, and his free grace?

No foul I know in all the world: And if in Man's esteem, One feems t'attain by other Means, Alas! he does but feem.

6. But we, whofe earnest bosom seeks A Bottom true and found Whereon to reft, with us accurft

Be ev'ry feeming ground.

7. We from the depth of our poor

hearts

Will ever be in care, Cloath'd with that gracious Light which flows

From Jefu's Blood, t'appear. 8. We know the Righteousness compleat,

Which Sinners may put on; We know the welcome and love feaft Of that poor younger Son,

9. We know the Shepherd's heart, who left

The ninety-nine behind, And thro' the Defart anxious went

His hundredth one to find.

10. And what concern the Woman felt

For her loft Piece we know ; And guess the yearnings of our Lord For each loft Soul below.

11. We know what joy the Angels feel,

Heav'n's mild and loving faints, When they perchance can fee poor

men

Coming all full of Wants,

12. Perplext and stagg'ring in their path,

Brought to the last Distress, But only for free Grace refolv❜d, If fuch there be, to prefs.

13. Then, then high pleasure and

content

Fills all the holy Choir; Nothing they fee in their own World Can e'er afford them higher.

14. The man who feels the Marks now told,

And that this Wretch is he; He need not, no, he need not blush

His own low ftate to fee.

15. To be fuch Sinners full of blame, And forc'd ourselves t'accuse, From hence the first true Right to heav'n,

Our native Land, enfues. 16. Yet oft fuch hearts, thro' want of light,

In Jefu's Love unfkill'd, Bewail as hopeless this their State, With deep amazement fill'd. 17. And ev'n the Comfort which they foon

From his foft Voice receive,

Still fomewhat trembling they accept,
And hardly dare believe.
18. However, by their earnest Bent
And Longing thus for grace,

At once the World with its whole scheme,

Out of their Minds doth pass. 19. If Hindrances before and Knots In our dark fouls did fpring,

Not only are we now fet loose,

*

But dead to all the thing.

20. What Point before in thought and will

We labour'd at in vain,

That Point we now in Fact and life Infenfibly attain.

By the Lamb's dying kindled 'tis,
And by his bitter Smart.

27. The fountain of his Grace we fain

In largest draughts would drink, And feed upon his Word, till we Beneath the sweetness fink. 28. The righteousness that comes by Blood,

Is our life-giving feast;

Still on thofe Wounds our fouls would hang,

As Infants on the breaft.

29. And when we have for our own Wants Receiv'd enough and more,

To this our eye we guide ; Of this we a fweet Feeling have, Would nothing feel befide. 23. Our King mean while (who from a love

Beyond repayment far, Lends to our Ufes all good things,

This gracious King) takes care, 24. That in thofe happy Years of life

Which yet remain to run,
We ne'er shall want our needful food,
Nor Raiment to put on.
25. We thank him for it, our good
Lord!

But yet it is confeft,
To us thefe Gifts of his are not
The dearest or the best.

26. There's other Hunger,

thirst

In each anointed heart;

Our hearts do now flow o'er;

30. Then we with deep Compaffion look

On other Souls around, And gladly call them to partake Our spoil that we have found. "Ye Sons of men, attend, (we cry,)

31.

"We have good News to tell : "Come taite and fee what Blifs is here!

"I'm fill'd and furnish'd well." 32. Our Saviour works in us himself This tender friendly Will; And as we further know his love, We grow the tend'rer ftill. 33. Among his Family of grace This fecret he hath faid, My Gifts will by imparting grow "Their nature is to fpread."

34.

To