■■■■ MM an. Hnl Innnnl • - • > 1 ITT6 ItrWriO ~ K irlln AJ EShC • . . Bfzsta . / ? / / willjing *witb the Spirit , and I luilljtng with the Under- Jlanding alfo> i Cor. xiv. 15. BURLINGTON: Re-Printed by IS A AC COLLINS, in Market-Street, MrDCC.LXXVI. t [ i ] £ K*>«4*$i %***<4*^ K*^ 4 ^ ¥Z+*«+\ ? *e^M4.a* 3£**£4.ai S£*»-«*2i& ss.*^' : « TO THE READER. J/iyfH E N I fay I have done as well as I could \ * * I need no other Apology ; becaufe, in Reafon, nothing can be expecled in fpiritual Matters, from a Man, above what he hath received ; nor can he receive any 'Thing, except it be given him from above. The Apoftle, from this Confederation, Jhews the Inconfiftency and Unreafonablenefs of judging a Man for not exhibiting what he has not ; or, of cenfuring him for the Want of what he can only have by the Gift of God : Thus arguing, What haft thou, that thou haft not received f and, if thou haft nothing but what thou haft received, why doft thou judge andfet at Nought thy Brother, as though thou hadfl not received it t Therefore, with Relation to the Poems and Hymns before you, I can fay, fuch as I have received, I give unto you, I thought ii To the READER. I thought it well to put the Poem, called The Believer, in the Front of the Hymns, as, in its Meafure, containing and rendering a Ileafon of the Chriftian's Ground of Praife, and Delight therein. The Reafon of my writing it in that Manner, was, its flowing, with Regard to Method and Matter, upon my Mind unfought, without Thoughtful nefs or Study ; and not from an Imagination of my having any Skill in Poetry, efpecially that Sort of Verfe. And when I have, fince its jirfl Printing, (fancying myfelf fomewh at more Jhilful) attempted fome Alter- ations, I have found myfelf utterly infufficient ; fo that you have it as in the firji Edition, the Altera- tion of a few Words excepted, The Hymns, as you may perceive, are chiefly drawn from the Scriptures ; and are defigned, at once, to offer Praife, and to feal Injlruclion on the Mind; by fcrving as an Expofition on thofe Scrip- tures, from which they are drawn. In the general they teflify of Jefus, according to the Word of the Gofpel ; which, neither Man's Faith, nor Unbelief, makes true, or falfe. And, therefore, when fung by Babes and Sucklings ; yea, by thofe who have not known for themfelves, it is as true ; (and why may not the Saviour be glorified) as if the Spi- rits of jufl Men made perf eel joined the Song : This puts by thatfiale Objeclion, of fome People's not be- ing qualified to perform this Part of divine Worfhip^ becaufc they have not experienced what thcyfing. Indeed where Hymns are calculated to fing what we fee, what we know, what we feel ; it is another Cafe: To the READER. iii Cafe : For then they are fo fluffed with Egotifm, that very few, comparatively, can join the Song. Bat when People are content to fee, to know, to feel the Goodnefs of our Saviour with private 'Thankful- nefs before him ; ("not ?7iaking their own Enjoy- merits and Attainments the Matter of their Song) and are, by all this, drawn to make Jefus, as he is in himfelf, as the Gofpel declares him, the Subject of their Praife ; then his Praife Jlands open to all ; and all may fing the Truth towards God : And cer- tainly this comes near eft the Song of the Blejfed above : Worthy is the Lamb, &c. for -ever dwells upon their Tongues. And to fay that a Man cannot fing the Truth, except he has known it, and felt it for himfelf, is to fay, that a Man cannot fpeak the Truth, when he relates a Facl received upon the befl Authority, except himfelf hath feen it : Which, by the Way, is to invalidate the Authority of the Scrip- tures, to put fenfible Dejnonflration before Faith, and then it is not the Evidence of unfeen Things. Thefe are the Reafons, I would give, of the Hymns running generally in the Manner before- mentioned : And where any of them anfwer not to this, let it be imputed to Over-fight and Infiifficiency, and not to Defign. Tou may obferve my Brother's Hymns, which follow in the fecond Part, are for Matter one with mine, though differing in Method, having not taken them methodically from any particular Scriptures ; but breaking forth as raptured Praife from a glad- ened iv To the READ E R. ened Heart. He bath, without obferving any Chain of Matter ; glanced at many peculiar Glories of the Saviour, as declared in the Gofpel. And, upon the Whole, I may venture to affirm for myfelf, and 1 am perfuadedfor him alfo, that our Aim in them is nothing lefs than tofet forth the Beauty and Ex- cellency of Jefus Chrift our Lord ! to his Praife, and the unfpeakable Joy of all Beholders : That they may fing with the Spirit, and with the Under- (landing alfo, the Praifes of him who hath loved us, and wajhed us from our Sins in his own Blood. Holy and reverend is his Name / T H E THE BELIEVER. B O O K I. CONTAINING A Reafon of the Author'* Choice of this Subjecl\ Complaint of Partiality and Bigotry : With a Word of Advice to the Reader. MY Mind, illiterate, unpoliftied, Like a wild Wade, by no induflrious Hand Early improv'd, mufl leave Creation's Song To higher Geniufes. The Want of Learning, Study, Expanfe and Readinefs of Thought, Confines and limits me : Fruitlefs, unfkill'd In Meditation on Earth and Skies, the Wond'rous Works of God ; which nobler Minds, Him infpir'd, withal capacitated, By prudent Search, Enquiry rational, Have with Succefs, Beauty and Elegance, Divinely fung. Disclaiming all Pretence To [ 4 ] To thefe advent'rous Flights, I am content Alone to tread that Path, and follow that More certain Track, wherein the Traveller, Tho' a Fool, fhall never err. Jefus, the Way, the Truth, the Life; his Birth, his Life, and Death, the Steps, by which I {hall afcend up To the holy Hill, where all the BleiTmgs Of his Blood, immenfe, unnumber'd, are by Me poffefs'd. I choofe this Theme, becaufe my Joy, my Health, my quick'ning Spirit, Life and Marrow of my Bone ; Wine to my drooping Heart, and Oil to all my Wounds. My fure, tho' Humble Steps, there will I take, advancing With a Song of Praife to true Perfe&ion. Knowing myfelf, I know that Man is vain, Is partial, and rarely brought to think, to Hear, to read impartially ; or thus to Judge, of what is not his own. Prejudice Love's Bane, and Ruin of Society, An envious Fiend, bitter, implacable, Malicious, and uncharitable ; curft Salamander, bred in the Fire of Hell, The only Element in which it lives ; A meagre Fury, Spawn of gigantick Pride and Wrath j Monfter, Hide-bound, lean, raving, And unfatisfy'd, when ev'ry godlike Thought it has devour'd. Truth, Friendfhip, Kindnefs, Charity, impartial Honefty, ftill Falls a Prey to this j infenfibly, by This C 5 1 This deftroy'd. Spiritual Fever, .burning, Pleuritick, contracts the generous Mind, Straitens the Bowels, diflurbs all Peace, and Will not fuffer the Object of its Wrath And Envy to poffefs his Life : Againfl Him enrag'd, from him refufing Light or True Inftruction, it raifes numberlefs Objections againfl the Word of Truth, and Life itfelf 3 if fpoke by him ; yea, thinks the Worfe of Chrift) if fuch he will afiift, and Evidence to Man his Prefence with them. Thus fain would have him angry with all whom. It condemns. If this, the Object of its Hate, be blefs'd, 'twill not believe ; but if 'tis Evident, beyond Objection, then it Pines, as poifon'd with his Joy. It hates the Gofpel for his Sake, if he fuccefsful Is therein ; flarts from the Truth, tho' known to What it knoweth wrong, and builds again what Once the Man deftroy'd, only Revenge to Gratify, and crufh the hated Worm. If He is ftill above it, fteadfaft in Truth And Liberty, which it cannot deny, Then will it reprefent him as knowing Only, not enjoying, or poiTeffing What he fpeaks, and makes Confemon of. To prove this Evidence as true, it has A Microfcope ; greatly, in Virtue, to Magnify, or make appear, what elfe the Naked Eye could not difcern. Thro' this, it Calls the World to gaze upon the Man it B Hates : [ 6 ] Hates : There the fmalleft Grain of Sand fwells to A mighty Rock, rugged, and dreadful to Behold ; whilft Infe&s, much fmaller than our Notice, there like Lions look, or favage Beafts, of Forms various, ftarts the Spectator As affrighted ; and thinks, nor Fruitfulnefs, nor Peace, nor Safety's there. Thus Prejudice, as In a Glafs, prefents the Man it hates, where Ev'ry Mole-hill rifes to a Mountain ; Spitefully aggrandizing each Word and Work imperfect, fpoke or done by him : With Artful Accent, and fubtile Period, it Aggravates his Crimes. From his Confeflion, And Repentance, towards God and Man, it Will give a publick Proof of his being Criminal, until his Memory and Name's caft forth, to the loathing of his Word And Perfon : Thus furious will it fmite the Object of its Hate, tho' through the Saviour's Sides. Oh cruel Prejudice ! which gives no Quarter, knows not how to fpare, dreams it is Injur'd, and never will forgive : Like Ham, Betrays the Father's Nakednefs, and like Him curs'd ; fince it betrays, torments, and yet Will crucify afrefh the Lord of Life And Glory, with Pain and open Shame, and That with Greedinefs, rather than not with Cruelty opprefs the poor and hated Man. O dreadful Prejudice ! what Mifchief Haft thou wrought ! Expofing and condemning That in others, which in thyfelf is fpared : Yea [ 7 3 Yea worfe, far worfe, fofter'd in thee, in thee Conceal'd, and yet is but a little one. O hateful Prejudice ! Like Adders deaf, Thou fhut'ft thy Ears againfl the Truth, and wilt Not hear the Charmer's Voice, however wife he Charm, becaufe thy Image, Mind, and Features, Are not feen on him : Yet, tho' thou wilt not Hear, thou deem'ft it Herefy ; and thus, in Rage, condemnefl what thou know'fl not. Thou Wouldfl forbid whoe'er would work a mighty Work or Miracle, and follows not with Thee ! Thou hardly thinkeft Good can any Where be done, or any Thing of Moment PofTibly effected, where thou art not Concern'd ! Thou wilt not be convine'd that God Can work, or will, but by fuch whom thou, in Thy great Wifdom wilt approve of ! Thou lov'ft Thy f elf, and only lov'fl Thy/elf-, and where Thou lov'fl thy Neighbour, it is for thine own Sake : The Caufe is his Subferviency : From Him thou gathered, in Thought, or Word, or Work, or Shamenefs in Opinion, joining In Spirit with thee, in all thy Ways, and Each Propofal, made by thee. Whilft thus, then Is he fafe ; no Spot is feen, nor fhall the Deepeft (lain appear, his Sin is cover'd, And each Infirmity is hid. But if To his Confcience and his God, he faithful Is, and crofs thy Purpofes, with Fire and Sword thou followefl him, blowing the brazen Trumpet of Reproach, Slander, Calumny, And [ 8 ] And Slaughter ; trembles the Earth, whilft all the Sons of God, and Men, are at a Lofs to Think. Thus raves the hellifh Hag, accurfed Prejudice, new Conquefts makes, whilft Millions Are her Subjects, fpreads her Dominions wide From Sea to Sea, aims at univerfal Monarchy, and Conqueft of the World. Long Has the true Believer flood the Mark of All its Envy, Calumny and Rage : With Infamy it brands him ; often it writes His Name in Catalogue of Reprobates, And fain would drown him in Perdition. Old Scars and Bruifes might he fhew, with many Wounds, frefli bleeding, daily receiv'd from this Infernal Foe. To authorize its Rage And Bitternefs, it turns his Accufer And pleads, that he's a Sinner ; this he'll With true Remorfe confefs : But this fufficeth Not, except for Proof more pregnant, of the Aceufation. Faith and Repentance // Refufes, and, like the old Novatian, Admits not of the Prodigal's Return, Nor will // fuffer the poor Backflider Ever to be heal'd. As MefTengers of Job, each Day, and Hour, Report is made, and Tidings frefh are brought, of Lofs of Friends, Of Name, and Reputation, Slander, vented New, and dire Reproach, old Infirmities Rais'd from the Dead, new cloath'd, new paint- ed, and Sent into the World, to rob him of his Peace, his Life, and to perfuade the Land, to Spew [ 9 ] Spew him out. From every Quarter, it fo Warmly plies him, he fcarce has Time to breathe, Nor will it fuffer him to lift his Head. No Terms of Peace will it accept, unlefs He will difpair, and curfe his God, and die. Like foaming Waves of Sea, it raifeth Mire And Dirt, at him fo truly levell'd, that Now he hath no Part, but what's denTd, all Cover'd o'er with Filth : The Robe excepted, Which Earth, nor Sin, nor Hell, can ever fpot : In that he'll wrap himfelf, and folemnly Appeal, from Jewifh Law, and Righteoufnefs, And partial Tribunal, to thy great Seat Of Judgment, and impartial Juflice, moll Exalted Ctefar, great King, and holy Emperor of Earth and Skies. Preferve the Soul 'till then, nor fuffer thou the Flefh (fo Often tempted, to make Reprifals on The Foe, and to render Railery for Its railing) ever to have its Way. And, To thy Praife, I'll now confefs, that I had Fainted, if I had not in thee believ'd. Since I have fcarce a Friend, I need not be Surpris'd with Fear or Terror, left thefe Lines Should fall into a partial Hand, becaufe An Enemy. But yet, I would advife The Reader, and petition him, judge not Before thou read'ft, nor then, before thou malt Have Grace to underftand. Thou wilt fay 'tis- Herefy ; firft, imitate the honefl Old Bereans, and nobly fearch the Scripture, Whether C »» 3 Whether it is fuch or not. Or wilt thou Say, 'Tis only Speculation, Produce Of Knowledge, empty, tranfientj by Paflions Working natural aflifted ? Is it The Truth f If fuch, he does not well, who yet Will cenfure it. My Word I give, as the Only Pledge I here can give, that I am Now determin'd, to fpeak of nothing, nor Treat of other Matter, than what I do In Mercy, handle ', tq/le, and feel, of the Great Word of Life. I own it Foolijhnefs, If that be thy Objection : But if thou Read impartially r , on cooler Thought, thou Wilt perceive, 'tis the Foolifhnefs of God, The Myftery of the Crofs, far wifer Than the wifeft Man. Sufpicion here creeps In, that thy own Wifdom's Folly, whilft Proof Infenfibly will fteal upon thee, that God is only wife. Enthufiafm fay 'ft Thou ? is it unreafonable ? What Proof? I Cannot comprehend : Is that fufficient Proof? muft all Men's Reafon but keep Pace with Thine f with thine confin'd, and limited, dark, Slumb'ring, fetter'd, grovelling in the Duft ? Is Thine the Standard, Balance, and eternal Rule, to try the Orthodoxy, Weight and Juftnefs, of all other's Thoughts, and Reafon By ? Vain Man ! blufh at thy Vanity, thy Pride, and at thy own Unreafonablenefs. As Ni??irod, ftill thy Head would'ft lift, above Thy Fellows ? Afpiring ftill to be a God, thou pluck'ft forbidden Fruit. Yea fuch thou Art, Art, in thine own Sentiment, Wilt condemn as Herefy, and j Foolifhnefs, what thou approv'ft nv. That becaufe not by thee comprel Read then with candid Love and ^i Mind And generous Principle, fuch as at The firfl you had when Jefus gain'd your Heart : 'Fore 'twas fpoil'd, and bigoted with doubtful Terms of Orthodoxy, Traditions, Schemes, Doctrines and Forms of Man, pernicious and Detefled Wifdom of the prefent Age. In this baptiz'd, immediately the Lamb A roaring Lion does commence : And the (Once) charitable Chriflian, proves a fierce And fiery Bigot. Such not the Mind of Chrifi, nor of the Chriflian Man, who lives with Him : With him content and fatisfied, as With the better Part. Such fly the Wrath, and Bitternefs, Pride, Envy, Malice, Revenge, And want of Charity, conceiv'd in Hell ; The Brat of Antichrifl, and Darling of the Bigot : Carefully nurs'd ; by Precept And Example recommended, under The Name of Chriflian, Zeal for Holinefs And Truth. How can it be, that out of Zeal For Holinefs, Man mould hate his Brother ? Where is the Proof of greater Holinefs In him ? or where, when in Defence of Truth Againfl the Heretic, (by him fo named) He breathes Revenge and Slaughter, heaps on him Slander, [ « ] , Reproach, reveals all ough to the wounding, of a Saviour's Name : And , that this is Proof x alfe and heterodox ? this envious Argument is true, men proves it falfe the Perfon who propos'd It. Since each judicious Eye can fee // Stated in the Lofs of Truth, Reproach of Chrift, and Forfeiture of his Religion. Whilft all its nervous Force confifts in bafe Deceit and Treachery ; in Treatment to His Neighbour fhewn, which he would not again, With Willingnefs, receive from him. Murd'rous, Atheiftick Practice, and Wickednefs Moft manifeft. Lord, what is Man ? Yea what Are Chriflian Men, fo call'd ; when the moft Pious, and greatefi Advocates for Truth and Holinefs, are fo deceitful, and fo Spiritually wicked ? O my God, didfl Thou vouchfafe no greater Proof, of the deep Divinity and Truth of thy mod pure And holy Gofpel, than what is gather'd From the befi of all that call upon thy Name, from their Conformity to Thee, I Sure mould hate the Chriflian Name and ftraightway Be an Atheid. But that I am not fuch, Thou know'fl. And would by thy Direction make Confeffion of my Faith in thee, my God. BOOK C 13 ] B O O K II. Of the Humiliation of Christ, in his Birth, Life, Poverty, &c. And of Faith in him. IGH on the holy Mount, is kept the grand, JL The general AfTembly of the Firft- Born Church ; where all the fcattered Members of Zion militant, with every perfect Unimbodied Spirit, Member of Church Triumphant, meet together ; to blefs the God incarnate, keep Holiday, and tafte The precious Sabbath : Where all together Make but one dear Body of all the bleft And holy Brotherhood ; the deep, divine Original is Mary's facred Child, In Bethl'em born. There find we all the Curfe. Of our Nativity remov'd ; then learn We Thankfulnefs. and not 'till then, for our Creation, Being, Birth, Diftinction from the Brute, thro' Senfe and Immortality* Deep Myflery of God incarnate, the Everlafting Father, Creator, God Almighty, a helplefs Infant born ! Of Woman's Seed and Subftance, took he my whole Humanity, my Nature fallen ; and Thus efpous'd me to the Fulnefs of his C Godhead ; [ 14 ] /irgin's Womb myfterioufly .mber. Confefs'd as God, by , him in her Womb, when her Soul .1 God her Saviour, and Spirit .ied the Lord. Worfhip'd his Name by * tie young Baptift, when in Mother's Belly j He heard the joyful Tidings of holy Incarnation : Tho' incapable of Reasoning, he leap'd and ftrangely bounded : As- Tho' o'ercome with Joy, he Adoration Pay'dto him, his Lord, and God, and Bridegroom, Whofe Harbinger he was. With like Surprize, Wonder, and Joy unfpeakable, I fee Him born, Ancient of Days, and Father of Eternities, a helplefs Child. The God, Whofe Prefence fills infinite Space, upon His Creature's Knee. Nourifh'd by her, whom his Own Hands had made, and powerful Word had Spoken into Being ; nor could me for . A Moment's Space exift, without the Power And Godhead of that Child, fhe in her Arms Bare. He, her Creator, and as fmful Woman, blefs'd and fav'd by him. Great Son of Mary, hail ! born to univerfal Reign And Monarchy. Ambafladors attend From every World, to pay thee rightful Homage in thy humbled State. From Heaven The Angels come to own thy Government And Right to wear the Crown. From Heathen Lands And Earth's remoteft Bounds, the Princes come To worfhip thee, great Monarch ! To render Tribute [ «5 3 Tribute, due from them as Subjects. Wife Men They were, no Man that's truly wife, but what Will bow to thee. For thine own faithful Friends, On whom is nam'd thy Name, Simeon of old, And Anna, weicom'd Thee : In all their Namefc, With Gladnefs, Joy, an unknown Extafy. Moft backward was the Prince of , Hell to own Thy kingly Power, the Grandeur of thy Reign: At length, compell'd to own thee, not only Equal, but his great Superior ; and that Before thy greater! Enemies : Now crufhed By thy Almighty Arm, he finks, defpairs, And fawns, tho' once the brighten:, moft radiant, Of the Morning Stars : When he refus'd to Worfhip thee, was curs'd, degraded, can: from Worlds of Light, and now petitions for a Lodging in a Herd of Swine. And, laftly, /, as out of due Time born, exceeding Late, but not too late, am come to own thy Godhead in thy Birth : Thy Majefty, great King of Kings, thy Pvight to reign and govern This poor Heart of mine, ever, ever thine. Amaz'd, I view, with infinite Delight, The infant God. With me the Angels gaze", As having not fo feen their God before : Glories ineffable, Brightnefs divine, Infufferable, 'till now had been his firfl And upper Garment ; they daring not to Look on him, as thus array'd, trembling wrap'd Their Faces in their Wings, and loudly in The higheft, with Voice like Thunder-claps, yet 'With treme&dc/us ReVrence, fung for-ever, Holy, [ i6 ] Holy, holy, holy ; but now they gaze Their fill ; prompted, by long Defire, to look Into the Myflery ; tho' curious in Their Search, intenfe, and diligent, they fail To found the Depth of Incarnation. I Found them in Amazement when I came : All Heaven deep in Study, puzzled afrefh Each Moment at deeper Wonders rifing To their View : Them drowning in eternal Depths of Infinity. High Seraphims, And knowing Cherubims, Dominions, Thrones, Angels, Archangels, Principalities And Powers, all flood as loft in deepeft Thought : As when a curious Searcher fain would Learn Impollibili'aes. Their Eyes as Fix'd, their Faces Seats of Wonder, Centre Of all the Powers, of Worfhip, Joy, Delight, And Love, pointed me out the new-born God. With them I gaz'd, nor was it long before The Morning-Star arofe, and Light dawn'd in My Soul ; my God I knew in Form of an Infant ; /bow'd the Knee; with me they Bow'd ; / cry'd, my Lord, my God, Creator, And Preferver ; they join'd with me >1 faw My Nature born anew, of that which once Was marr'd, a nobler VefTel made. Said I, He wears my Flefh, my Maker is my Friend, My Hufband ; at this, they flood amaz'd ; I Added, Fm a Son, Member, and therefore One with him, that holy Thing, born of a Woman, call'd the Son of God. Jehovah In very Deed, comes down to dwell with me y Incarnate, t *7j3 Incarnate, O the joyful Sound ! now my Election, and my Calling's fure. This, the Firft Moment I e'er was truly thankful For my Creation, and that I am a Man : When wand'ring in Uncertainties, with Bitternefs, I curs'd the Day, when firft I Saw the Light, and wiih'd a brutal Mind and Form, rather than what I was : But now no More of that, my God is born, born in a Mortal's Form, born in my Nature, in my Flefh, and by the Spirit's Pow'r, born in My inmoft Soul : Glory to Thee^ O Lord. Great Son of Mary, hail ! thy "Birth the deep Foundation of my perpetual Sonlhip : Thy Love to Man, to me, unfathom'd, fince, For my Sake and Safety, thou wert a poor, And helplefs Infant born. O Wonder, and Aftonifhment ! deep boundlefs Myftery, Omnipotence whofe powerful Word, wifely From Chaos, fpoke unjiiimber'd Worlds to Life And Being, from nothing made ; hung by him In boundlefs Space, only fupported by His Deity, is here a fpeechlefs Child : In Want of Raiment, Food and Nourifhment, But yet, incapable of afking, to Have his Wants fupply'd* Thofe Hands, that made and Spread the ftarry Plains abroad, the Heav'ns like A Curtain ; thofe Hands, that grafp'd the awful Sceptre, and fway'd it o'er ten thoufand Worlds, That flung the dreadful Thunderbolts of War j When [ i8 ] When mighty Angels, in Rebellion, thought To fhake his Throne : Till drove like tim'rous Deer, By him, to endlefs Deeps, and there referv'd For future and eternal Judgment : Thofe Hands are now a feeble Infant's : Whofe Grafp Is foft, unfteady, and unable to Defend, or to relieve himfelf. Thofe Eyes Like burning Flames, or dreadful Fires, fwifter Than Lightning, or the fwifteft Comets, moot Terrible through Space infinite : Thofe Eyes Omnifcient, from which there is no Hiding- . Place, feeing all Eternities at once, Are now, in infant Slumber clos'd : when lull'd To Reft- Where is the Scribe, the Man who dreams He's wife ? Where the Difputer ? Can he by All his Wifdom, fathom this great Depth, this Myflery unfathomable ? who dare Bow to the new Born Infant, and yet not Fear Idolatry ? confefs him, as the Higheft, God Almighty, without any Dread of Blafphemy : Commit their Life, and Soul, into his Hands : Nor doubt his Power to Save, even to the uttermoft ? This Man By Wifdom natural directed, dare Not do : Reafons how can it be, ftarts back, And fliudders at the Thought. Thus thought I • once, But now 'tis not my Cafe, 1 worfhip from My Heart the holy Child, no other God I know j what in him {tumbles human Wit, And A C 19- ] And Wifdom, and hinders Adoration To be pay'd, is Proof moft pregnant to my Heart, that he, the Child at Bet hi 9 em born, is The eternal God. Young Beihlemite, I thee Adore, thy Birth, hath healed mine of all Its Curfe and Malady, into a State That's new I enter now ; where Joy and Truth, And Plenty reigns ; where, as the Prince of Peace, I am thy bleft and happy Subject, here With Delight, Pll ever learn thy great Love. Bleft are mine Ejes, fornowtheyy^ ; mine Ears, For now they hear the Gofpel day, the Year Of Jubilee ; the Glory, Light, and Love, For which the Prophets long in Darknefs grop'd, When unto them it was reveaPd, that they Should minifter, not to themfelves, (the Depth Of this great Myftery ) but me favour'd With finding God in Fafhion as a Man. Nor Fleili, nor Blood, the Revelation gave, Of this, the Ground-work, deep Foundation o£ All my Joy and Peace. Did God become a Man ? he did : My Spirit echoes back a Man, a poor, defpifed, friendlefs, labouring Man: Poor, his Birth, his Life, and Death de- clares, And yet, his Minifters, his Gofpel, and His Caufe, not deck'd with ornamental Gold, Nor Favour of the World : His Kingdom is Not of the fame ; therefore defpis'd by all, High, and Low, by the Ignorant, and the Wife, By all the Fulnefs of the carnal Mind, C -o 3 By Hell, and feemingly by Heaven, to Mortals judging according to the Flefh. Friendlefs, amongft the Thousands of his Friends, Mod fo, in his own Houfe ; where all lay in Their Claim, as faithful Friends to him : And more, A Labourer was he \ I faw him in The morning Light go forth, with Implements Of Toil, careful, in Honefty to earn With fweating Brow his Bread : I faw, and well I mark'd his Fingers cramp'd, and bended back, Hewing the knotty Oak ; how earned in His Work, laborious Blows, and Streams of Sweat Declare. When not a little wearied, through The human Nature's Vigour fpent, that he No more the Axe could lift, I follow'd to A private, lonely Shade, where he to gain His Breath, fo well nigh fpent, to gather frefh Contraction to his flacken'd Nerves, the Ferment In his boiling Veins to cool, had now in Wearinefs retir'd : 'There in a Corner I beheld him (land, or kneel, or proftrate On the Earth along ; with Eyes, or Hands, or Heart uplifted, thus the Virgin's Son, the Lab' ring Man he prayed : Nor did, nor could he Then forget the Sinner me, but fpake a Word, or more, on my Behalf; feal'd with a Lover's Sigh, as when the Heart-firings break : For Me, then heard, now heard to all the endlefs Ages [ 21 ] Ages of Eternity the fame, O Lovely Bridegroom ! my dear prevailing Lamb ! 'Twas once a Curfe to be a Labourer, When then pronounc'd as Wages, in part, for Adam's firft Tranfgreffion ; but now no more, . Since thou waft made a perfect Curfe for me. The Sun declining, leaves the Horizon,. Whilft Darknefs interpofes, and bids the L^b'rer ceafe from Toil, and Reft : Fatigu'd and Weary'd, ftagg'ring Home he comes. I follow'd Clofe, in Admiration loft, whilft pregnant Was my Soul with awful Wonder, fervent Love, and rapt'rous Extafy. Hungry and Thirfty, he bleft his Food, his Drink, and fed With Appetite. After a Deed of Gift Of him and his, unto his Father and His God, with Thanks return'd for Favours of The Day received, he laid him down to reft : How fweet the Sleep, how calm the Slumber of The Induftrious Man ! Such was my Lord and God, and fuch his peaceful Slumber. Did I Call him Lord and God f That Man fo poor, fo Spent with Labour, fo griev'd, fo try'd, and deep In Sorrow ! Defpis'd, unmark'd, numbered with Adam's Sons ! Yea, ftill my Lord, my God ! This Not the Product of fome fantaftic Brain, Nor the wild Tranfport of a fanguine Mind ; But Faith deliberate, fufficient Proof ; Which, after calmeft Consideration, and Cooleft Reafoning, leaves my Mind fo fully Certify'd, and positively fure, as D Of C * 1 Of my own Exiftence : That he, that Man, The Galilean, is my Lord and God ! Fertile this Faith producing every Hour Frefh Tranfport, flowing Streams of folemn Joy, Gladnefs in the Heart ; whilft high, triumphant Sounds of facred Praife flow from my Soul, my Tongue ; and all my Pow'rs confpire to love, and Evermore acknowledge, in that dear Man So wounded, my Lord ! my God ! my Chief ! my Head! my Hujband! Shepherd! Lover ! friend and All that's dear to me ! A Worm, but yet belov'd. Bleft, growing Youth ! in Spirit fubjecl: to Parents, who thy own Creatures were. Dear Man Of Sorrows! with Grief acquainted, deeply Immers'd in Woe : David's great Lord and Son ! ProfefTing Poverty, and feeling it In all its Depth, and ev'ry Circumftance Diffracting, or that in fiich a State might Be the Rife of anxious Care and Sorrow. Hungry, thirjly, weary, toiling for thy Bread: Deny'd what Birds and Beajls were favour'd With, a Place of Reft and Shelter, from thine Own Voice, in Thunder Storms, blading Light- nings, Flooding Rains, the fiercer Whirl-wind, Scorch- ings Of the meridian Sun, and chilling Dews Of Night ! So poor waft thou, that, of all the Globe terreftrial, Produce of thy powerful Word, in Wifdom parcel'd out to Man, tho* To the laft Degree ungrateful, one Foot Of C *3 ] Of all was not by thee referv'd, to reft Thy own afflicted, weary Head upon. Hail, defpifed Carpenter i the hated Nazareen : Judg'd fo mean, contemptible A Worm, as not to merit the Regard, Nor once deferve the Notice of Ifrael's Mafler-Builders ; no Form alluring, nor Comelinefs attracting, in thee can they Behold : Too mean for Mammon's Worfhippers 5 Difdain'd by Rabbies as illiterate : Whilft by the Men, who high Pretentions make To Wifdom's Ways, Thou art judg'd the Child of Ignorance, Phrenzy, Madnefs, and grofieft Fooliihnefs, the Friend of Publicans and Sinners ; fo thought, and thus upbraided *, but Truly prov'd in Holinefs the fame, by All who feel Redemption in thy Blood. Once Number'd with TranfgrefTors, now the fame; fince Whofo in thy Name, and Gofpel of thy Wounds, can work a Miracle, fhally?/// be Branded with diabolic Characters ; Whilft their Infirmities, and ev'ry Slip Shall be remember'd, and fully charg'd in Blackeft and moft aggravating Light, and Circumftances on them ; which ever had Forgotten been, had they been falfe to thee. Forerunner ! Pilgrim ! in unknown Sorrow Plung'd, in Spirit pregnant, with Horror, Pain, Strange Torture, deep Amazement, Agony, And undifTembled Woe. Grape, fully ripe, In C u ] In Wine-prefs trod, by greatefl Ficrcenefs of Almighty Wrath, whilfl River-dreams fill up The Fountain, inexhaudible, with Wine, The richeft, to quench the Third, ana cheer, with Infinite and ever new Delight, the Innumerable Millions, with a full Fruition bled in the Kingdom of the Father. Hail, friendlefs Man ! by one betray'd, Of all forfaken ; offended at the Scandal of thy Sorrow, Dejection , Blood, And Pain : Dragg'd like a Ruffian old in Guilt, Harden'd in Murders, dain'd with Princes Blood ; Who, having quench'd each Spark of Virtue, true Humanity, from Fellowfhip of Men Retires to fome dreary Wildernefs, where, In a horrid Cave, he makes his Den, and, Like a curfed Ped, breathes nought but brutal, Diabolic Fogs, poifoning a ruin'd Land ; 'till the whole Nation, as one Man, arm'd With Swords and Staves, arife to feek the foul. The horrid Monfter, with utmofl Rage and Resolution to fpill his Blood, and crufh His hated Life, left, with his curfed Breath, He lay the Nation wafte : Juft fo they thought, And thus they treated the dear Man I love. True Emblem of my State by him affum'd, When He became a hated Curfe for me. Hail Galilean ! patient in Troubles, Robb'd of thy comely Beard, the pious Mark Of Fatherhood and Gravity : Marr'd more Thy facred Face than any Man's ; bruis'd, fwol'n, Bloody, by Hands of Sinners buffeted And C 25 ] And mangled ; whilft, blindfold, they thy Godhead Mock, as tho' thou kneweft not who fmote thee ; Deriding thee in ev'ry Office, Name, And facred Character, wherein thou art For-ever lovely to thy Bride. Under Thy Shadow, with Delight unfpeakable, Pleas'd with the Sweetnefs of thy Fruit, I fit And fmg, O thou bleeding Vine ! whofe Father Was the Hufbandman : Careful Lover of The Branches ; nor fparing Pains, nor Coil, to Purge away each Matter, which, fuperfl'ous Hinder'd their Profperity. In Hope and Expectation, which none could fruftrate, He Sow'd the precious Seed in many long and BloodyFurrows;whenPloughersplough'd thy pure And holy Flefh (as fallow Ground manur'd And drefs'd) with Whips and Scourges, and other Devices manifold, by Earth and Hell Invented ; who, in this Work, were Slaves to Pow'r omnipotent, that the Root of all The holy Seed might be deep in thy bleft Wounds, water'd with many a Shower of Blood, And Sweat, and Tears, ' until fo firmly fix'd And rooted, that neither Drought, nor bluft'ring Winds, nor fcorching Sun, could fpoil their Growth, nor Marr their Fruitfulnefs. Bleft Inclofure, well Secur'd, where ev'ry Grain that's fown mall Rife ; whilft the deep Valley of thy bloody Death, fill'd with a glorious Crop, mail fing for Joy, and bring its plenteous Harvefl to the Eternal Garner. This to fecure, Thou Art [ 26 ] Art content to be infidted, crown' d with A thorny Crown, in Purple drefs'd ; as an Ambitious Man, whofe Want of Right to reign, Ignorance, Poverty, and Qualities Far viler, render him mean, juftly the Hatred, Scorn, Derifion, Sport of ev'ry Man, when drunken with Ambition, he aims At Crown and Sceptre, claiming Government. More yet unlike a King, when, leading to Thy Throne, thou faint'ft with Lofs of Blood, beneath The Burden of a curfed Tree : The King Of Heaven faints ! and, as a Mortal, finks When overburden'd, feebly to the Ground ! High in the Kingdom of thy Cr'ofs, enthron'd Upon the Top of groaning Calvary, The Annals of Eternity record The great, uncommon Day, when Judgment was From Thee remov'd, and Humiliation Deeply graven on thy bleeding Brow. Thy Face fo marr'd, unknown to Men or Angels Then, none durft declare thy Generation, Or once conceive or think of thy Godhead And Eternity : Thy Friends belov'd, and Loving thee, were not excepted, fmce they Were ftagger'd at thy fhameful Death ; reafoning, A Man, a mortal Man, with Wounds and Blood, And Sweat, and Bruifes, Shame and Spittle, in Cruel Ignominy cover'd. But thy Great Father, none thy Godhead knew in this Thy Depth of Mifery - 9 and fuch, to whom He [ *7 ] He did, and will, in Love reveal thee : As Then unto a Thief, in Jaws of Death, and Others fmce, and at length to me, a poor Unworthy Worm. With inward Joy, and with A deeply broken Heart once flung by Sin, The fiery Serpent, I look, and clearly View thee made a fhameful Curfe, naked in Blood, between the Heavens and the Earth, as Fit for neither : Angels with Wonder gaze, Pry deep, and, as with great Impatience Wait the End and Event of this profound, Inexplicable, deep and bloody Hour. Notfo the Sons of Darknefs, and of Earth ; From whom all Companion was withdrawn, and Pity fled away : Each Head in Mock'ry Wags ; each Tongue reviles and taunts, whilft not a Publick Tear is dropt for him, nor dare one Say he's innocent. Mean -while hcjighs, and Weeps, and groans, and bleeds from ev'ry Wound, and Cries with bitter Cry, My God! my God! Whilfl Thrilling Horror fearches ev'ry Thought and Deep Recefs, with each Reflection of his Burden'd Soul. Thro' ev'ry gaping Wound, and Bruifed Part, Mortality creeps in : The Pangs of Death come on, his Heart-firings break. He Cries again, 'Tis Jinijh' d : Glorious Sound ; then Voluntary bows his Head and dies. Now Univerfal Nature fighs ! Convuls'd, it Groans C 28 ] Groans in dreadful Pangs, threat'ning Rebel Man With Dillblution and a general Wreck. Creation mourns ! The Sun in Darknefs cloath'd, Makes general Proclamation that Light, firft Of the Creatures, refufing now to fill Its Orb, had taken Flight, myflerious and Supernatural ! back to its Fountain, Where it was gather'd, ere the Sun was made, Or yet the Moon, or Stars ; as dreading to Expofe in Blood, and fhameful Form, Him Who its Fountain and Supply eternal Was. Rends, of its own Accord, the Temple Vail, fo long a Type of Incarnation, Surrounding in Concealment, Myfleries Sacred, hidden Glories from ev'ry Eye : Entrance deny'd to all, but the High Prieft Excepted, ordain'd to offer Sacrifice, And he with Blood to enter : But now the Price is paid ; it points to all the living Way, open to deepeft Holinefs, and Bids with Boldnefs to approach to God through His own mangled Flefh. Trembles the Earth, and Quakes as tho' Annihilation, Lofs of Form and Matter was at Hand ; and the old Reign of Chaos would again commence : Such Was its Fright at the Creator's Death ; whilfl Drinking up his Blood, flrong Phyfick, working Infinite, mov'd and convuls'd its Bowels : It daggers, reels, and, with uncommon Pain, Cafts forth the Curfe once fwallow'd : "Thus purg'd, it Now [ 2 9 ] Now becomes new Earth to all the royal Seed : prefenting them with a new State of Things. With horrid Cracks and Craftings burfts the Rocks ; whether the Marble, Adamant, or Flint, when fmitten was the Rock of Ages On which Jehovah flood : Thus broken by His Pain, howe'er impenetrable, flrong, Baffles the Labour, Strength, and Skill of Man. Jujifo the flony Heart, that Adamant, Baffling the Labour, Skill, Defire of Man, Refuhng to receive the leaf! Imprefs Of Good, by any Means he can devife, Or Implements prepar'd by him j But breaks, Diffolves, becomes a fpringing Well, where e'er His bloody Death in Spirit's Power comes. All hail, thou wounded, pale, bleeding, bruis'd and Breathlefs Corps : In thee the Sign of the Son Of Man appears, where Blood and Water flow'd From thy pierc'd Heart! Was ever Love like thine f Tho' once aftam/d to own, I now believe, And now confefs with all my Heart ; whilfl not A Doubt remains, thou art my Lord, my God, The Father of Eternity : To Thee I bow, and Thee I worftip, only Thee, Since all the Fulnefs of the Godhead dwells Bodily in Thee. . O Love, Delight, and Joy unfathom'd ! now Pm convinc'd, I tajie, I feel that God is Love. Thy Birth, thy Griefs^ Thy Poverty, thy Scandal, Scorn, Contempt, Accurfed Death, and ftameful bloody Toil, E Arifmg [ 30 ] Arifing to my View, proclaims the God Of Love ; with Power irrefijliblc, Conquer'd my Heart, feiz'd all my Soul With Wonder, Peace, triumphant Love, more than What Angels know I feel. The mighty Work Is done, I'm fov'd, and Sin' s forgiven : Quite Blotted out, deftrofd and drown* d, for-ever Drown* d, in the devouring Ocean of my Saviour'j Blood. Nor want I other Proof, or Evidence of Love, the unchanging Love Of God to me, but what's on Calv'ry's Mount Exhibited ; where open to my View, in Likenefs of a hated Mortal, finful, Dying Man, hangs Alpha and Omega ; He Whofe Name and Nature only, comprehends Eternity. Each pearly Tear, each Drop Of Sweat, and falling Clod of Blood, pregnant With Godhead's Fulnefs, I behold : Whilft each Tormenting Pain, deep Sigh, Heart Groan, loud Call, And bitter Cry, preaches Divinity In Blood to me : And burfts the Fountain of The mighty Deep, where the eternal Springs And boundlefs Ocean ; the Love of God to Man lay fecreted, conceal'd, and in great Meafure hid from Man, tho 9 thus belov'd, till Now : When fecond Deluge flows, not fuch as At the firft, that Water only, this Blood And Water both a richer Flood compos'd. That Evidence of Wrath, this of the Love Of God unto a finful World, that of Dejiruclion, this Life eternal to all °* C 3i 3 On whom it flows ; caught in this Deluge, I Am not deftroy'd, but feel the Springs of Life^ And tho' a Sinner, mofl unworthy of All the Sons that fell, I feel this Flood's my Element, I'm bleft, I'm happy, whilft here I nothing want, I drink, I plunge, I wajh, And fwim with PleaXure infinite, and Joys Unknown, home to the facred Harbour which Jefus has prepar'd : And where my Soul with Spirits, now in perfect Reft, would triumph. From all thy humbled Steps, incarnate Love, I learn true Contentment : And that in State Of every Kind, whilft paffing this dreary Wildernefs. When funk in deepefl Wants and Poverty, in Mind, or in Eft ate, I Track thee there ; beyond me ftill. When hated, Friendlefs, and dejpis'd, thy Footfteps ftill I See. When Jlander* d and reproached, I find thou Haft been there, thy Marks are left behind. When Weary, hungry, ihirfty, fick, afflicled, Grieved, I've ftill fufficient Proof thou haft been Try'd with all. When tempted there I fee thee In every Point like me. When I converfe With Death, and truly weigh each Circumftance, Gloomy and dreadful to a carnal Mind, I fee thee there, in all its deepeft Tangs, Left a reluctant Thought fhould grudge the Sight, Ghaftly, I view thee there, in Grave-cloaths, pale And lifelefs, ftretch'd in the Sepulchre. Hail! Fountain of all Blelfednefs, with thee, I Welcome every State, fweet Poverty, no More [ 3^ ] More a Bugbear to affright my Heart, fince God, my God, has poorer been than I : And Has hereby, unto the Bottom, fapp'd that State, yea ev'ry State, of all the Curfe that Was therein, for me, and other Sinners Loft, when they mail feel him theirs. Hail glorious Slander, Lack of Friends, and Scorn, Contempt, and Hatred, Envy, Hunger, Third, and Sicknefs, With every Change and Chance of mortal Life ; And laftly Death ; no more you me affright, Since He, who waded through the Depth of all, And ftill bears me Company through all, that Man, fo deep experienc'd, is over all Bleffed for-ever ; God, my God : Nor fhall I ever fuller Lofs, for God is Love. Dear wounded Body, where my Name, as in A holy Regifter, is kept fecure ; Where the true Leaven of my Nature is, That dear Body, leavens the whole Lump ; which Makes me Temple Shewbread, holy before The Lord. 'Tis there his Heaven is fully Reconcil'd to my benighted Earth, fix'd There, the Sun of Righteoufnefs mines in its High Meridian, in all its glorious, Deep, divine, illuftrious Rays, in the Apparent Horizon of his dear Mangled Body : 'Tis here the brighter lov'd, And long'd forDay-fpring from on high, makes us The friendly Vifit. Deep Counfels, awful Thoughts, t 33 ] Thoughts, Wifdom profound, when the amazing Plan was laid, where I am rais'd, efpous'd, and Now become one Flefh with God the Word. No More Hoftility, nor Sounds of War, nor Strive I longer my vafl Debts to pay, or Prifon Doors to buril. Confent I now, with Full Content, his Blood mail pay my Debt, and He fhall fave the Sinner me. Conquer'd, and Delug'd, drown'd in Love, I- faint, I yield, I Bow, become the bleft and happy Spoil of His tormenting Smart. Thus having gain'd the Bloody Field, and trod the Wine-Prefs, painful, All alone ; he puts his Victories on : I Am the Trophy of his Might, the Ptobe fo Stain'd in Blood, the Cloathing of the eternal Word, fubirantially array'd in Flefh and Blood, and Bone : In Love he put me on a Royal Vefture, the adorning of the Princely Lamb, uncloath'd he will be never : Once dead, and hanging naked in his Blood, Eternally minces, and gives him Full Commiflion to wear the Robe fo earn'd, As the Travel of his Soul. I feel my Memberfhip in his illuflrious Body, Even of the holy Fieih, and Blood, and Bone, In him conceal'd, 'till from the bleeding Side Of that dear fecond Adam, when ileeping, Was the lovely Zion taken, true Woman, Bled Jerufalem, that's from above, the Mother of us all. Deep, fearchlefs Union, Between Almightinefs and Man, Womb of The Morning, of eternal Day, there the Offspring C 34 ] Offspring of Light begotten were, born not Of Blood, paternal, nor of the Will of Flefh, Nor Man, but of the Will and Love of God. From this divine Conjunction of the bled And facred Twain, the one new Man doth fpring : Of whom I am. Great Salem, with our high And holy Temple's there, the general Rendezvous of all the blood-bought Throng, The dear and flaughter'd Body of the Prince Of Life : This Temple always open (lands, Where ev'ry Comer may Admittance find, To touch the Sceptre, and bafk in Smiles of God, Hail favourite Seed, how often meet We there, amaz'd ! we gaze, and walk, and talk, And jointly witnefs we, how high, how deep, Our Converfe then : To this Society, Our grand fublimer Conversation, Wife Angels liflen, Saints releas'd, are all Attention : Whilfl from the Lips, and Spirits, Breath of us poor creeping Worms, the Wifdom Manifold they learn of our great Lamb, and God : We praife his Name with Voice united. There's the fmooth Ocean of my Peace, Calm, and Serene, whilfl not a bluftYing Wind, nor yet A curling Wave, rifing, diflurbs the wide And pleafing Surface. Here's my delightful Element, this Ocean Peace is mine, yea All the Fulnefs of that Peace, which always Does fubfifl between my Nature, and his Own Divinity : Thus making one of Both, is he become my Peace - 7 in him is All C 35 3 All my Life, my Strength, my Joy, my Pleafure, And my Purity, effentially in That dear Man - T who, taken into God, the Judge of all, preferves me, Soul and Body, In his own dear Blood and Fleih, unto Life Eternal. His Body falts my Nature, Preferves me without Stench, and always gives Each myftic Member, a delightful, fweet, Endearing Flavour, in the divine, deep Scented Noftrils of the eternal Mind. e W W 1& m & age $ ? BOOK [ 36 ] *?*£*"■' BOOK nr. 0/* ffo Refurreclion of Christ, and of the Be- liever's Exaltation with him, and of his Life, Safety, and Rejoicing in him. AIL, rifen Saviour, Conqueror divine, Of Death, the Grave, and Hell, and him that had The Pow'r of Death, Satan, Prince of Darknefs. Thy Refurreclion, full Acquittance ; Proof Indifputable, of thy Difcharge : In Spirit's Power, and ftricleft Rules, of thine Own Juflice juflifed: From all thy Bride's Infirmity, her Guilt and Shame upon Thee charg'd : Thro' Satisfaction rendered, and Righteoufnefs brought in. My Debt was thine, and Thy juft Difcharge is mine, thy Conquefts mine, Thy Righteoufnefs and Purity,, in which Eternally thou'rt perfect, my Perfection. Member of Flefh and Bone, of the Body Of my Lord, I feel I am : Therefore, in Him, and with him, evermore accepted. As He, Jim / receiv'd in Glory, the Kingdom of the Father, where Truth and Love, Unerring Juflice, fpotlefs Purity, Eternal reigns. Welcom'd by all am I, Nor \ C 37 3 Nor can the ftricteft Scrutiny difcern, In me, as found in Him, one Wrinkle-Spot, Defilement, nor the leaft Imperfection. Hail, everlafting Love, quick'ned and rais'd With Thee, now enter'd into Reft. Thy Work Is done, mine is for ever finifh'd : Since I, WithT/fotf, at God's right Hand, and on the Throne, Am now fat down for-ever with thee to Behold thy Glory. With thee in Triumph Crown'd. In thee, omnipotent, greatly more Than Conqueror o'er every fpiteful Foe : Their envious Rage I fcorn, nor can I fear ; Aflur'd in Joy triumphant, thy fteadfaft, Friendly Hand the Sceptre fways, all Pow'r to Thee is given, as the Reward of all Thy bloody Toil and unknown Sorrow ; but More to exercife it on Behalf of Man : Heaven's Fav'rite, deeply lov'd, that he In his Approach to God, might not at Fire Confuming, in abfolute Perfection, Be affrighted ; fuch as in Majefty, Moil dreadful and tremendous did appear, When Mofes, Man of God, faithful in all His Houfe, was not exempt from Dread, but mofl Exceedingly did fear and quake. Ifrael's Rebellious Armies felt their Strength exhauft, The Girdle of their Manhood loofe, and awful Fear and Trembling feize each Pow'r of Body s And of Mind : With all the Potency of Pray'r, mod humbly they entreat, that They no more might hear the Words, fo hard to F Be [ 38 J Be endur'd ; left thefirji Repetition Unman them, marr their Reafon, and the next Annihilate their Form, and their Being. I hear thofc Sounds no more, no more fhall the} Affright my Heart, nor fhall the Spirit of Fear, gend'ring to Bondage, reign over me Again : Since I, on Zion's Mount, can hear The Voice of Blood, behold the wounded Form, and worfhip him in Spirit's Light and Pow'r, in Fafhion as a Map: As fuch, he Now reveals himfelf to Man, to me ; where, As a Hujband, Brother, Friend, (facred thefe Characters, and not by him difdain'd) he Deals with me, in all the Fulnefs of his Pity, Love and Tendernefs. He weeps with me, With me hejighs, whilft his dear friendly Heart Beats Throb for Throb with mine. With infinite Delight he loves, rejoicing over me With Singing : My Heart the Joy before him Set, when he the Shame defpifed, and Curfe and Crofs endur'd. This Man fo near related, So tender, pitiful and kind to me, Is God ; whofe Name and Nature's Love in all His Ways with me. Thus wanting neither Will 9 Nor Pow'r to make and keep me bleft, I fhall Not be unhappy ; God is only Love. Hail, thou dear, exalted, highly, glorious Man : In thee, now rais'd, infinitely and Inconceivably beyond what in my Firft Creation I was made : Then lower Than the loweft of all the Angel-hofts And C 39 ] And Orders, but now above them ; fince he, Who pafs'd angelic Nature by, difdain'd Not Abraham's Seed, but took me on him ; was Born in me an Infant, and in me liv'd, And died, and rofe again, and wears me to Eternity : Whilft Proclamation then Was made thro' all Eternities and Space, That Angel-tribes, of Orders infinite and Various, howe'er diftinguifh'd, mould worfhip The firfl-begotten Son. Hail Prince of Life, Becaufe thou liv'ft, I live, dear Man, with thee : With thee my Life is hid in God. My Lord, Thy Life is my Security and Pledge Of endlefs Blifs : Thy Life my Anchor-hold, That's now within the Veil, where fteadfaft Faith, And Hope endures ev'ry Storm, nor can the Hurricanes of Hell, Earth, or an evil Heart, blaft thy Defigns, make Shipwreck of my Faith, or drown me in Defpair. He lives, his Conquefts, Triumphs, Acceptance, Righteoufnefs, Perpetual Purity, unchanging Peace And Joy, is mine, in all its Fulnefs. Thou Liv'ft for me, I live in Thee ; Joint Heir, thou Giv'ft me equal Claim with Thee, to all the Blemngs of thy Griefs, thy bloody Toil, and Shameful Death, thy now triumphant Life, That perfect Reft, where Thou art enter'd : In Thee I am complete. Vain Man denies the Safety of thy Bride, makes void thy Word, and Oath, difputes thy Life, and reafons thee to Hell with Arguments : Their Wit fuggefts, in Prudence, this the fafeft Way to guard the Man C 40 3 Man poflefling Chrijl, againft licentious Thoughts, and Words, and Works. To flop one Current, They oppofe another, and fain would Sin Deftroy, by Sin more damning : Far viler In the Sight of God, tho' not fo deem'd by Man, even Unbelief and Perfidy. Thy Name, Immanuel, points my Safety out ; God with me, and I with thee, united In thy Humanity. Whilft thou art God And Man, and yet one Chrijl, I fhall be fafe. The Union of thy Natures, in one, and Only one unchanging Name and Perfon, Eternally preferves me: That Union Is my Life : If that cannot diffolve, then Am / fafe : For that's the Ground of all my Faith and Hope, and that fhall laft when Sun and Moon fhall fail, e'en as the Days of Heaven^ And Date of God himfelf fhall this remain. Now I behold my whole Humanity Is fav'd, my Spirit's now in Blifs, my Flefh Shall reft in Hope, for ev'ry Atom's fav'd, Purchas'd, to God united in the Flefh Of Jefus : By which Means it fhall rife at The Refurre&ion of the Jujl, a pure And glorious Body, free from all Pain, and Each Infirmity. Hail prefent Fountain Of my Joy, and certain Evidence of Future Blifs, I bow the Knee to Thee, and Honour evermore thy great, thy f acred Name. Immortal Blefiings and Renown, my Deareft C 41 3 Dear eft Lord, await thee ! may all my Soul Be Love, and all my Pow'rs confpire to thank Thee, O my God : Whilft thou wilt not refufe To hear my Voice, nor to accept my juft, Tho' artlefs Praife. Now I, dear Man, am thine, Soul, Body, Spirit, all is thine, in thee Redeem'd, in thee preferv'd, and calPd. Now, by My Heart's Confent, I am thine, no more Afraid, neither afham'd, to own I am Thy Spoufe, and thou my deareft Bridegroom. Contented with thee, with thee am fully Satisfied, no Sounds of War, nor golden Bait, nor Praife of Man, nor Rumour, {hall fright. Nor tempt me thence. Fix'd in this Point, I feel My Heart, to pour Contempt on all but my Jefus crucified : For this, let Hatred, Scandal, and Rage of Men purfue me, I'll Calmly fmile, and honeftly protejl, if In my Flefh, Angelic Purity I Had, Pd facrifice it to his Blood, nor Would I know my Soul : Nor is my Heart In this deceiv'd, witnefs the God of Truth, Of Peace, of Love, and Heaven within. Hail Bridegroom, lovely Bridegroom, thou art and fhall Be all my Theme, my Song, and my Delight, My leaping Heart rejoices, exulting In thy Name, perfuaded, when thou dofl in Fulleft Glory come, to own thy Bride, and Confummate her Joys, / fhall be with thee, And then be as thou art. With thee, my God And Lamb, thro 5 all Eternities I'll foar, Im [ 42 j In Heights and Depths of Fountain-love: And glow In Father, Word, and Spirit, one God, one Saviour, unchangeable, eternal and Supreme. 'Till then, dear Bridegroom, keep me near Thy Heart, immerg'd in Love's eternal Sea. Help me to keep high Holiday with thee \ Now enter'd into Reft. Let the Day of Thy Efpoufals, in full Meridian, for Ever mine on me ; let this the lovely Day of the Gladnefs of my Heart, which thy Dear Blood hath purchafed, eternal be. O Wifdom, Love, and Power infinite ! Difplay'd in Mercy's Beams to me ; where all Thy Attributes, my God, in xhtfweeteji Harmony, and full Perfection, join to Blefs my Mind with Peace, and endlefs Life, and To pronounce me fair, without a Spot. What Wifdom, but thine own, could drawthe wond'rous Flan, or form this well-concerted Scheme f What Love but thine, could ftoop to fave a Worm, an Enemy, by taking Likenefs of what Thy Soul abhorr'd, and fhedding Blood to Death For fuch, who were in Heart and Praclice, moll Oppofite to thee ! What Pow'r but thine, my Lord, my God, could from the Mighty take the Prey, and ranfom lawful" Captives : Dying Conquer Death and Hell, and fet the Prifoners Free ! O Depth amazing ! Space infinite ! Fountain of Wifdom ! all thine own : Drowning* Each finite Thought in the wide Ocean of Eter- C 43 ] Eternity. Thy Will the only Guide, And Counsellor, of all thy Purpofes '. And deep Defigns. Thy Love, the great and plain Expofitor of thy eternal Mind. That furPring Love, on Calvary's Hill, in Blood, and Sweat, and dying Pangs, unfolding Dark Decrees, and hidden Myfieries ; how Thou haft lov'd with everlafting Love this Soul of mine, in all the Fulnefs of that L01??, wherewith thou lov'ft that Man, who is thy Fellow, O ! boundlefs Grace, was ever Love Like Thine f Awake my Soul, with all thy Pow'rs, To confecrate the Name, and fing the Praifie, The endlefs Praife, of thy great God of Love. Clear up my Underftanding, ope thine Eyes, Piercing thro' every Shade, each Gloom difpel, and Gather thy moll beautiful Ideas, thy Scatter'd Thoughts collecl, and fix them fteadfaft On that Man, who dy'd on Cah'ry's Hill : To know him crucified : And thus prepare The Way to Praife, and Glory in his Name, Confent my Will, more perfectly, each Day And Hour, to bow the Knee, become his Spoil, And fing his Blood : Drowning each bafe Defire There, and be no longer mine, but his. Thou Throne of God, my Confidence, wafh'd, and made pure, Seat of the holy Lamb, Tribunal of His Jufilice, Purity, and Love, to me All Love, fince I have nothing merited, But [ 44 J But Hell : But in the Rules of flridefl Truth, And Juflice thine, fince the Atonement's there : Which purges it from ev'ry Thought, and Work That's dead, and always teaches Anfwers, that's Pleafing to thy Nature : The facred Praife Maintain. Awake my Paffions, with Freenefs My Affections, roufe and burn, with fiercer Flame, and fiercer^?/// ; tow'ring on flrongeft Pinion, to unmeafurable Heights of Love, defir'd Love, to that dear Man your Lord And God, in Servant's Form : Mount from the World, And break the Creature's Chain, and centre with Eternal Praife, in him, fo worthy your Efleem. Let every Senfe of mine draw near, And join to praife his Name : My Eyes for you Have feen the Lord, the beauteous King, in all His bloody Garments. Mine Ears, for you have Heard that Sound of Blood, than Abel's Blood far Better, his Cries, Complaints, and Groans, were not Unmark'd by you, nor when in Love he (hung Expiring) preach'd Redemption finifh'd : To You mod joyful Tidings. My Hands, for you Have handled Incarnation, and felt the Word of Life. My Palate, thou haft tailed Heavenly Manna, Bread of Life thy Food Perpetually, I charge thee relifh nought Befides, that Flejh and Blood, given to me, Spiritual Suftenance. My No/lrils, you Have fmelt the {learning Sacrifice, reeking Iri Blood, upon the Altar of the Crofs. To- C 45 ] Together all confpire, to praife the Lamb, And evermore adore my Lord, my God* My Soul with inward Heaven and Wonder Fill'd, my Body quickned, animated, By the Power of Love ; my thrilling Blood Soft circulating, through Love's Imprefs : My Bone, not unaffected with the powerful Force : All the whole Man redeem'd, I fummon All to praife his Name : Glory, Honour, Might, Majefty, Power, and Dominion, be, O my God, my Saviour, evermore to Thee afcrib'd, Zion favoured Bride, yet in the Kingdom of the Crofs, and Militant on Earth, aflift my feeble Praifes. Awake You Sons of God, and Men, and praife with me. And you efpecially, who, once with me, Were faithful to unrighteous Mammon, juft And unwearied in our Service, to our Lufls, and to the Prince of Darknefs. But now Redeemed and wajh'd, and having much forgiv'n, You cannot chufe but join with me to love, And praife the Saviour much. And you who are . Call'd the better Sort of Men, as having Ow'd but fifty Pence, if that's forgiv'n, bear With me: Whilfl feemingly Pm mad with Joy, And only talk of Jefus, and his Blood. Think, if you can, that Pm belov'd, and then The little that you feel, will reafonably Efccufe my feeming Phrenfy, and my Song Of Praife to Chrift the flaughter'd Lamb : How* e'er G Diforderly. C 46 ] Diforderly. Nor will you then refufc To bear a Part with me, where orderly , I pofhbly may touch the pleafing String. Angels, diftinguifh'd in your Names, your Heights Of Glory, and of Power ; as you are pleas'd To fee the Prodigal return, and fhout With mighty Joys, when Sinn ersfav'd and wq/h'd In Jefus* Blood, advance with Songs of Praife : Now join with me, fing you his Godhead, and Eternity, Pll fing the fame, and more: That he was Man for me. Sing you his Power, Creating Worlds innumerable, Pll Sing the Love that died for this, and me a Worm efpecially. Sing you his Glory And univerfal Monarchy ; thro' all Eternities, Pll fmg the bleeding King, The Viclories he has won, and how his Love has conquer'd this my flubborn Heart. Sing You the Favours he has fhewn to you, your Natures excellent, your Station high, your Service in his Prefence, and how he kept You, when fo many Miriads fell. Pll fing His Love, that pafs'd your Nature by, and took My Flem, and Blood, and wears it on the Throne: In which I am exalted, rais'd, a Son, A King, and Con fort of my Maker, for Ever in his Prefence, on his Heart, his Glory, and his Diadem. The Love that f • Finifh'd my Tranfgreflions, made me pure, and Evermore preferves me, without Spot, or Stain, C 47 1 Stain, his Joy and his Rejoicing. O ! was Ever Love like this f Triumphant Zion, Join with me. Once Sons of Tribulation, Sav'd by the worthy Lamb, your Robes now wafh'd, And in his Blood made white, the Force of Love, Diftinguifhing, forgiving, perpetual, And unchangeable, you know ; with ever New Delight, I hear you fing, Worthy the Lamb, once Jiain, who by his Blood redeemed us Unto God. Since this is all your Theme, with You, my ev'ry Pow'r mall join, and fing : For ever worthy is the Lamb, worthy the Lambs Worthy the holy flaughter'd Lamb : To live And reign over ev'ry World and Creature, Let all the Church of God, above, below, And all Things elfe that breathe, withw^, confpire To lift his facred Praife, 'till Time fhall die, And an eternal State commence. Wonder- Smitten, \fnik, I bow, beneath the Weight Of everlafling Love, thy Love, my God 1 Great the Salvation, O ! my God, which Thou Haft wrought : For Man, for me rebellious Worm. Beyond Example, great thy Love, which jirft Infpir'd, and feal'd Inftru&ion on my Mind ; And led from Shades of Night, to brighter Day This Soul of mine : Where firft it learn'd, that free And full Redemption, thy dear Blood contains, Remitting each Oifence. Divinely taught, For Shelter, to thy Wounds with Willingnefs I fled ; as Doves purfu'd, fly fpeedily from Vultures I 48 ] Vultures Claws, to gaping clefts of broken Rocks their fafe Retreat. The great Salvation I accepted, the better Part I chofe, Thro' Love, Almighty Love's Impulfe ; nor elfe Had I been fav'd, but loft in Unbelief And Ignorance ; had funk to endlefs Depths Of Ruin, and Perdition : Neglecting All thy Love to know, or feel its Power. Here as my chiefeft Good, I love, with Love Unfpeakable, my God incarnate: Who Loved me firft. I love him fo, that Lofs of Friends, and Health, and Strength, to me not grrevous. Nor breaks my Peace. Nor henceforth will I know With Confidence, no Friend, but what I know In him ; as fellow Member of his FleJJ?, And Bone, where Friendfliip, founded in Unity Of that dear Body, knows no Change 1 Where but One Life, one Name, and Character 's poflefs'd By all : Each Member equally impreft With the other's Grief, or Joy. Whilft Him I Know, I want not Friends ; when mojl forfaken Mojl embrae'd ; in deepefl Sicknefs purejl Health ; 7mdJlro?igeJl when with Weaknefs cloath'd. I love Thee fo, that Scorn, Contempt and Shame, For thee with me are Trifles : They gall me Not, nor would I fly the Crofs, nor from my Forehead wipe the Scandal of thy Bloody Death, when charged on me as Foolijhnefs Or Blafphcmy. I hug the thorny Crown, Of wearing it ambitious, the higheft Honour, I would, whilft here, afpire unto. I love C 49 ] I love thee fo, that none of all thy Works I hate, an Enemy to none am I, All Men I learn to love, but none I fear. Nor can Revenge or Malice lodge within My breaft, Forgivenefs as thou hail forgiven Me, I feel to all who injure me, and Prove themfelves my Foes : Bowing the Knee for Them I pray, and love them with all Love, that Fulnefs excepted, where I feel the dear United Body of the Lamb my God. I love thee fo, that Sin, and only Sin's My Hell, yea worfe than Hell. To make mcfad, And miferable, thou only needed Draw thine Arm back and let me fall a Prey To what within me lurks, as ever there And ready, as a bold Ufurper to Mount thy Throne, impofe new Laws, and govern With Arbitrary Rule, and with a Rod Of Iron. This, this is Hell to me, and Only this : For this, I look to thee whom I have piere'd, with broken Heart, and as with Tears of Blood, I warn thy wounded Feet, griev'd That I grieve thy Heart, by Sin repeated : Wounding my Soul afrefh with fharpeft Pain. I love Thee fo, that never hunted Hart, Did pant for Water Brooks, nor thirfly Land, For the defcending Showers, nor fhipwreck'd Man, when, from the Eminence of a "Wave, he Spies the folid Land, to reach the fame : Nor Weary Traveller, from whom the Light is Fled, in defart Land where roams the Savage Beaft, C 5° 3 Beaft, for the revolving Day : As thirds my Soul for Thee my God, I hunger, pant and With Defire I pine, to wear thine Image : The Meeknefs, Love and Pity, of the Man of Nazareth Charms my Heart, and makes me long As never Lover did, to bear thy Mind, Thy Likenefs, O ! my Lord, and to poffefs Thee, in all the Fulnefs of thy Spirit, And ev'ry beauteous Temper deep, Divine. I love thee fo, that Death no more affrights my Waiting Soul, I kifs the Dart, once dreaded, By which Mortality creeps in to loofe The Knot, which ties me to a Clod of Duji. Crowding on every Senfe, repeated Meffengers zxefent, to leflure on the Certainty of Death, to me each Day and Hour, I welcome them thou knoweft as one To whom no Tidings are more grateful, nor Can there be a Theme more pleafing, Study Or Meditation more delightful than That, I mail put off my Clay to meet my Lord, to fee the beauteous King, and read his Battles, Valour, Conqueft, and his Love to Me, in all the Wounds and Scars, he wears as Now before and on the Throne ; legible Characters, deeply engraven in his Sacred Flejh, the Book of Life, which keeps my Name fecure. To die is Gain : Not that I Dare not live, fince Jefus lives, contented I wou'd be to live for Him, and be the Common Mark of Envy and Difdain. But C fc 3 But O ! I long to fee my Lord, my God, Dear Man, celeftial, where Beauty, untold Beauty, in Perfection fhines : That Face once Marr'd, and more than any Man's, I long to Gaze upon without a Glafs, Thofe Hands, thofe Feet, and facred Side fo piere'd, I clearer Still would view ; and there would learn, in deeper Leffon yet, the Love of God to Man, to Me unworthy Worm. Fain would I flee my- Evil Heart, my Nature fmful ; and from The Bait alluring to the Flefh : Efcape The Son of Wickednefs, and all his Rage And Power, and reft me in the Manfion My Jefus has prepar'd : My weary Soul Shall there for-ever reft, and Wickednefs Shall ceafe from burdening, or troubling me. I love Thee fo, as not to dread the Day When thou with Wrath and Judgment cloath'd, malt make Thy grand Appearance, on the Clouds, to judge The Worlds of Angels, and of Man, Although Ten Thoufand Terrors then fhall flv before Thy Face, to wound with Horror, and (with yet Unknown) Defpair, all thy Foes : Who would not Own thy Government ; but mock'd thy Blood, and Thy defpifed Reign. Tho' Sun, and Moon, and Stars, fhall fail ; tho' Heaven and Earth mall pafs Away ; tho' Blood, and Fire, and fmoaky Pillars fhall appear, trembling the Hearts of Men, and mourning all the different Tribes of Earth, [ 5* 3 Earth ; tho' Bond and Free, and High and Low, fhall Cry aloud to Rocks and Mountains for to Hide them from thy Wrath ; greatly incenfcd On that dreadful Day : Yet fear I not, but Loving thee my Lord, I pray thee quickly Come, the awful Profpedt of that Day is Pleafing to my Soul, make Hajie my God, my King : And call thy Bride, to fee thy Foes caft Down beneath thy Feet, and there conftrain'd to Own thy Godhead, and thy powerful Hand. Thy Love to me fupports my Confidence : Made Thee, at firft, my Joy, my fole Delight ; Gladden'd my Heart, my Tongue, and bid me fing The following Songs of Praife to thee, my Lord. iS®$ HYMNS, H Y M N S, ®c. HYMN I. All Things are delivered unto me, of my Father ; and no Man knoweth the Son, but the Father ; neither knoweth any Man the Father, fave the Son, &c. Matt, xi. 27, i ALL Things delivered arc JTjL To J ejus, as the Son ; Whilfl we, in all Things, with him fhare, With him for-evcr One. % Wc were the Father's Love ; Us to his Son he gave ; Where we his Life and Fulnefs prove, And in him Glory have. 3 To us he gave all Grace, In Chrift, the Man divine ; And we in him, before his Face, In perfect Beauty mine. H 4 ThcreV C '54 ] 4 There's none can know the Son, Or witnefs who he is, But he who's with the Father one,, His Love and Rightcoufnefs ! 5 We in Perfection dwell, Where we the Father fee ; As one with him, we now can tell The Son's the Man that's free. 6 From Precept and Demand, Free from all Sin and Fear, Our Sonfhip (hall in Jefus Hand, Without our Toil or Care. 7 None but the Son, fo blefl, Can God as Father own ; Until we are the Son confeft^ The Father is unknown. 8 O the amazing Grace We hare in Jefus feen ! The Glory of the Father's Face, Without a Veil between. 9 Now, perfected in God, His richeft Grace we prove, The Way to which is Jefu\ Blood, The Proof fupreme of Love. II. For [ ss 1 II. For it f leafed, that in him Jhould all Fulnefs dwell. Col. i. 19. 1 ALL Fulnefs in the Lamb we view ; XX To look befide him, Lofs : He's only holy, juft and true ; All elfe is Dung and Drofs. 2 There dwells in him, as flain'd with Blood, Jehovah's Pow'r and Name ; g Greatly, from everlafting, God, Yea, when the flaughter'd Lamb. 3 In him we know the holy Bride All gather'd into one ; She looks out through his bleeding Side, With all her Beauties on. 4 In him we fee God's Heav'n, our Earth, In perfect Peace agree : This gives our one new Man its Birth, And fets our Nature free. 5 His purg'd Humanity is ours, And in it now we prove A Seat above the heav'nly Pow'rs, Fix'd in the Father's Love. 6 New [ 56 1 € New Heav'ns, new Earth, we now pofiefs-; Beulab, that blefifed Field, Where dwells eternal Righteoufnefs ; And God's our Sun and Shielde 7 Here's nothing hurtful to deftroy; The holy Mountain's here ; No Curfe, nor Sin, us to annoy, No Torment, Guilt, or Fear. 3 Of Jefus we will never ceafe To fing as we began ; In whom there dwells, in perfect Peac^, God, and his darling Man. III. Speak unto the Children of Ifrael, that they go for- ward, Exod. xiv. 15. 1 •^ A NAA N promis'd is before ; \^A Come let us forward go, Not the Ocean, nor its Roar, Nor the Egyptian Foe, May obftrucl:, when God commands ; His Pow'r on our Behalf he (hows : Move we forward to the Land, Where Milk and Honey flows. & Pharaoh's Hofts, our Flefh and Senfe, Prefs hard upon our Rear ; Vainlj [ 57 ] Vainly ftrivc to caufe Offence, Or make the Spirit fear : God protects Us in his Hand, Whilft Vengeance on his Foes he throw* Move we forward, &c< 3 Roaring Floods clap Hands aloud, To drive us back again ; Seas of Trials vaftly crowd T' affright the Sons of Men : Jefus bids us quiet (land, Whilfl he his great Salvation {hows : Move we forward, &c. 4 Seas divide before our Face, And (land upon an Heap ; Mighty Waters, by his Grace, Shrink from the fearful Deep : On we march at his Command, Nor dread the Power of our Foes : Move we forward, &c. 5 Love, which God to us doth fhew, Strikes the Egyptian dead ; Floods, which give us Pafiage thro' # Return upon their Head : Dead we fee them on the Strand, Nor can they farther us purfue ; We are in Immanuel's Land, Where Milk and Honey flow. IV. In • [ 5« 1 IV. In bis Humiliation his Judgment was taken away, A£t$ via. 33. 1 IPX EAR Lamb 1 thy humbled State we fing, JL-/ Thy Name, thy Wounds and Blood wc We own thee, Infant God, our King, (praife ; And to thy Throne our Hearts we raife. 1 Dear holy Child, we fing the Birth Of him conceivM in Holinefs ; Where God our Maker took our Earth, Our Curfe and all our Helpleflhefs. 3 Thy firfl Blood-ihedding hath us feaPd, In Peace and Covenant with God, From flefhly Filth and Shame, now heal'd By holy Circumcifion-Blood. 4 Thou God of Love, yet growing Youth, Subject to Creature-Parents Thou ; Thy humble Steps, eternal Truth, Make us admire, and, wond'ring, bow. 5 Poor Man, defpifed Nazarene, With fweating Brow thou earn'dfl thy Bread ; Great God ! thy Glories were unfeen, And from the Eyes of Mortals hid. 6 Hum- C 59 3 6 Humbled in Poverty and Pain, Temptation fore, Contempt and Scorn, That Curfe of ours for to fuftain, Was the eternal Father born. J EmptyM of all, but tort'ring Smart ; His Honour and his Judgment loft : Deep, unknown Sorrows fhTd his Heart, His Soul with fierce Temptations toft. 8 By this, the cverlafting Grace, And Nature-Love of God appears ; By this we fee the Father's Face, Where loft are all our Sins and Fears. V. Ifrael Jhall be faved in the Lord with an ever- lajiing Salvation, Ifaiah xlv. 17. 1 ^REATLY belov'd, \jjf Of God appro v'd; Ere Time began, Jehovah's darling Man Poffefs'd his Nature, Love, Above ; There Man is known, Whilft Angels own, Above them far, This bright and Morning-Star. 1 When [ 60 ] 2 When all beheld, With Wonder fill'd, The glorious Grace Sparkle in Jfefu's Face ; We, Worms, as wholly blind In Mind, Could not difcern What did concern Our Hearts alone, That Orb in which we ihonc. 3 But God would fhow, To us below, His Grace and Choice, Whilft we in Heart rejoice ; And this reveal'd by Blood, When God Became a Man ; And then began In Love to cure Our Nature, blind, impure. 4 The Work was great, It made him fweat, Blood-Rivers flow'd, He groan'd and cry'd aloud ; Whilft Sorrows rent his Heart With Smart Unfpeakable : The Pains of Hell, Infernal Wrath, Incompafs'd him in Death. 5 With [ 6. ] 5 With many Tears, And unknown Fears, Heart-breaking Sighs, Infinite Agonies,, Wounds, Blood, and Bruifes frefh, His Flefh All over fill ; In Anguifh, flill, He yields his Breath To the accurfed Death, 6 Fail Nature's Laws ; The Sun withdraws ; With dreadful Crack, The Rocks afunder break j Convuls'-d Creation makes, Earth quakes j All old Things die, Non-entity, Pafs'd over all That liv'd by Adam's Fall* 7 Hence came the Hour, When God, with Pow'r, Rais'd from the Dead The Members, and the Head i In that one perfect Man, The Plan Of Grace we fee, Where Chrifi and we Were nam'd in one, The Father's only Son. I % His [ 62 ] 8 His Joy FulfilPd In ev'ry Child : Wc, in that Grace, Behold the Father's Face In that exalted Man, Wc can For-cvcr view, That love, fo true, Which did us raife To nevcr-ceafing Praife. VI. To make the Captain of their Salvation perfefl, through Sufferings, Hob. ii. 10. 1 TAIL, Jefus % perfect God and Man ! O Sole Author of Salvation'* Plan ; Thou fclt'fl our Mifery : Perfect, thro* Sufferings, thou wad made, The Members, perfect as their Head, With Joy, Salvation cry. 2 :nt to thy Blood and Death, tedient to th* in Breath, Are all our inward Row 1 Thy Body we, in Thee belov'd, l.i;, Sorrows hath our Joy improv'd, Lu*hwU Life ii ours. 3 Barr'd C 6 3 ] 3 Barr'd is the Way to Happincfs ; The Mind kept back from perfect Peace, Until the Saviour's known : Known as a Man, yet God with us, Who bare our Mis'ries on the Crofs, And made them all his own. 4 Hence on the Pinions of thy Love ; I foar from Earth to dwell above, Where thou haft led the Way ; Whilft Heights of Blifs my Soul furprize, Thy wounded Form ftill bids me rife To brighter, brighter Day. 5 I welcome ev'ry State with Thee, Since thou wilt my Companion be, Thro' all this Field of Blood : Thy Life preferves my Heav'n furc-, Thou malt be now and evermore, My Jefus and my God. VII. / was fet up from Everlajling, from the Beginning, or ever the Earth was, 'Then I was by him, as one brought up with him : and I was daily his Delight, rejoicing always before him. Pro v. viii. 2 3- 3°- AIL! high, exalted, righteous Man, Firft of the Ways of God ! Whofe Work of Love in thee began, As witnefs'd by thy Blood. 2 Before [ 64 ] e Before the Sons of God declar'd With Shouts, their folcmn Joy ; Or Songs of Morning Stars were heard, As pure without Alloy : 5 Thy early Day, proclaim'd Thee then, The Firft-born Child of Grace ; Great Reprefentative of Men, Before the Father's Face. 4 The great Invifible we fee, In Thee, and Thee alone : To Men, and Angels out of Thee, r lhe Godhead is unknown. 5 God's noble Works fhine in thy Face, Thou his infinite Thought ; Creation, Providence, and Grace, In Thee decreed and wrought. The fame, VIII. i *~fH H* unutterable Word Thou art, X O Chrift, to Sons of Men ; Jehovah fpake Thee from his Heart, And Worlds exilted then. t He fpake Thee then a Law to all The glorious Hierarchy, ▲fid C 6 5 ] And firm decreed their dreadful Fall, Who would not worfhip thee. 3 By thee he rules the Worlds above, And all the Worlds below ; By thee he doth his Grace and Love. His Wrath and Juftice, mew. 4 Thou, the exalted Throne of Grace, The Father's peaceful Seat, Where we with Joy behold his Face, And worfhip at his Feet. 5 In thee now fav'd, no more we fear The Curfe of Adam's Fail ; In thee with Boldnefs we draw near To God, the Judge of All. IX. / am the true Vine, and my Father is the Hujhand. man, John xv. 1. 1 ' ESUS, the Grace reveaPd, J The great Salvation fhewn, The Sum of Love's Decrees unfeal'd. The Plant of great Renown. 2 Rais'd by the Father's Grace, The Plant of his right Hand, To reprefent before his Face, The Souls from ev'ry Land. 5 Plant C 66 ] 3 Plant of the Father's Care, On whom his Love did fhine ; The Branches in him hidden were, 'Till he grew to a Vine. 4 The eternal Hufbandman, To make the Branches pure, In Wifdom infinite began Our Barrennefs to cure. 5 He then this Vine would drefs, Whilft Love his Hand did urge, That ev'ry Branch in Righteoufnefs He in one Vine might purge. 6 From each fuperfTous Shoot, The Buds of Man's Offence ; This to deftroy he purg'd the Root, And in it ev'ry Branch. 7 With Bruifes was he dreft, And nail'd up to a Tree ; The pruning Hook his Soul opprcft, That he might fruitful be. 8 He was not purg'd in vain, But did his Strength recruit ; And when was fmifh'd all his Pain, There then appear'd his Fruit. 9 DiftilTd C 67 ] 9 Diftill'd from all his Smart The holy Unction ran ; This is the Wine that chears the Heart, The Heart of God and Man. io With us he doth abound, As Branches, he the Stem ; From him our Fruitfulnefs is found. And mall remain in him. 1 1 Hence fhall our Joys arife, And ev'ry Hour improve, Whilfl, in his fmoaking Sacrifice, God hears our Songs above. X. Thofe that thou gaveft me, I have kept; and none of them are loft, but the Son of Perdition, that the Scripture might be fulfilled. John xvii. j2. • E SITS, the Father's richeft Grace, Anointed to behold his Face, As all the Church in one ; The holy promis'd Shiloh, he, In whom the Bride mould gather'd be, As one beloved Son. 2 He kept us in the Father's Name, Thro' all this World of Sin and Shame, So C 68 ] So that there's miffing none : Tho' torn his Side, his Hands and Feet, His Body's Hill preferv'd compleat, Without a broken Bone. 3 He kept us in the dreadful Hour, The Father's Name, his Love, and Pow'r, Preferv'd the Souls he gave : His future Glory we were giv'n, Our Lofs, had been his Lofs of Heav'n, But he was ftrong to fave. 4 The Members giv'n unto the Head, One Son, one perfect Body made. The Darling of our God : He gave each Member's Curfe, and Pride, To die the Death when J ejus dy'd, All to be purg'd with Blood. 5 That he might make our Nature clean, The Father laid on him our Sin, Whilfl with Temptations toft, Moft dreadful Cries were heard, with Blood, Whilft in the Storm and Wrath of God, Perdition's Son was loft \ 6 Loft from the Father's piercing Sight, Deep buried in eternal Night, Now lies the Man of Sin j And, loft for-ever from our View, When we in Spirit Jefus knew ? And with him enter in. 7 Now C 6 9 ] 7 Now arc the Scriptures all fulfill'd In Chrift, the Virgin's promis'd Child, Man fav'd, and Sin condemn'd : Brought Home to fee the Father's Face, Where we inherit all his Grace, And are by him efleem'd. XL He that defcended is the fame alfo that afcended up far above all Heavens, that he might Jill all Things, Eph. iv. 10. 1 WE S U S, the Saviour, from above, 3 The Father's deep, defcending Love Reach'd us, the lower Parts of Earth, And rais'd us to a heav'nly Birth : He who afcends to Glory is the fame, As humbled to the Earth, from Heaven came. 1 Above the higher! Heavens far, Earth's lower Parts now rifen are ; When God, who put our Nature on, Afcended, the triumphant Man, Where Thrones, Dominions, Powers, and Angels fall Before his Face, as filling all in all. 3 Pre-eminence to Jefus giv'n, To fill all Things in Earth and Heav'n : & The [ 7° ] The Difpenfation now is come, When God has gather'd all Things Home ; All Things in Love are gather'd into one, Where Heav'n and Earth make one beloved Son. 4 Now J ejus fills all Things, we know ; All Things above, and all below ; That he fills all Things, we are lure, Hence all Things now to us are pure : In Faith's Idea no Vacuum we find, For he fills all, as God's eternal Mind- 5 Nothing but Jefus now we view ; Old Things are loft, and all Things new : He fills our Heart, our Eye, our Ear, And nought but Jefus doth appear. O holy My fiery ! here ends our Want, Our Griefs, our Sorrows, Troubles, and Complaint. XII. Can a Woman forget her fuckling Child, that jhe fhould not have Compajfion on the Son of her Womb, Ifa. xlix. 15. 1 TT E T Heav'n and Earth united fing 1 4 The Praifes of the God of Love, Our Hufband, Saviour, God and King, Whofc Name and Nature fuch we prove. 2 But [ 7* ] 2 But Zion, Church and Bride of God, Withdrawing from the joyful Throng, Bewails her State of Widowhood, And vents Complaint inftead of Song. 3 For Grief, an abfent God's her Plea, In deepeil Sorrow thus (lie cries, The Lord he hath forfaken me, DhTolv'd are all the folemn Ties. 4 I of my God forgotten am, Tho' once belov'd, and nam'd his Bride ; My Glory's turned into Shame, Where from my Mis'ries may I hide ? 5 Ceafe Virgin -fpoufe, why fhouldfl thou grieve, And Caufelefs mourn in Tears of Blood ? Thy Joy is full, only believe, And hear what fays thy Hulband, God. 6 Can Mothers kind forgetful prove, Of Sucklings nourihVd at the Bread, Maternal Bowels ceafe to move To Infants when with Pain opprefs'd ? 7 Or can Companion leave the Hea^t Whilft they their fmiling Babes expofe To Death, without b'ing kill'd with Smart, And feel again their Pangs and Throes ? 8 Thofe, C 72 ] S Thofe, worfe than brutal, may forget, Who having Nature's Laws with flood ; Thro* curs'd Impulie, flrange, namelcfs great, Imbrue their Hands in Infant's Blood. 9 But I will ne'er forget my Bride, Says Jcfus, God of Love and Truth, Taken, when fleeping, from my Side, Then, born to bear, eternal Youth. 10 I'll not forget my Word, my Oath, I'll not forget my Wounds, my Blood ; My Friendfhip makes but one of both, And I am flill thy Saviour, God. 1 1 Wrote on my Hands thy much lov'd Name, ' My Zion, glorious is thy State ! I fee thee always without Blame, And his own Body none can hate. 1 2 Thy Walls before me always are ; Bounds to thy Dwelling I have fet ; My Zion's my peculiar Care, My Zion I will ne'er forget. 13 O happy Zion! fee and prove How groundlefs all thy Sorrows arc ; Live in thy Hufband's Nature, Love, And that fliall call: out all thy Fear. XIII. C 73 ] XIIL Beloved, now are we Sons of God, &c. John iii. 2, W arc wc Sons of God ! Nor doth it yet appear, What Heights of Blifs, thro' Jefu's Blood, For us prepared are. 4 This wc already know, When Chrift, our Rightcoufncfs, Shall fhew himfelf to Men below, We fhall be as he is. 3 Yea, in this World arc wc, As Jefus is above ; As him, from Sin and Satan frec a As perfected in Love. 4 Invifible are we To this blind World below ; There's none but fuch who Jefus fee, Can us difcern or know. 5 All that which doth appear Of us, or can be known, By Reafon's Eye, to Mortals here, Wc utterly difown. 6 Wc C 74 ] 6 We call it Dung and Drofs, The Man from whom we ceafe ; To own it ours, is Pain and Lofs, And faps the Chriflian's Peace. 7 J e f us a ^ one we own, And nothing know befide ; In him, as free from Sin, we're known, His pure and holy Bride. 8 In him we now confefs, We are the Lord's Delight, His Reft, his Joy and Righteoufnefs, All glorious in his Sight. 9 We are as we would be ; Nor have we yet to choofe ; As Chri/i the Son, we're ever free, Nor can that Sonlhip lofe. XIV. But now is Chriji rifen from the Dead, &c. i Cor. xv. 20. i T^T O W is Jefus, now is Jefus, \^\ Rifen from the Dead ; Love, to feize us, Love, to feize us, In the Lamb, our Head : Caught [ 75 ] Caught us finking under Sin, Took our Curfe and Nature in, To its Off'ring, that by fuff'ring, It might make us clean. 2 God in Fafhion, &c. Like to fallen Man ; By his Pamon, &c. Finifhed the Plan ; Which eternal Mercv laid, Which eternal Love decreed, That the Bride, thus purified, Should from all Sin be freed. 3 Thus our Maker, &c» Our Creator, God, Was Partaker, &c. Of our Flefh and Blood: He became our Nature's Pride, And, as all our Sin, he dy'd ; As our old Man, as our old Man, He was crucify'd. 4 Then he fininVd, &c. All our deep Diftrefs ; Then replenifh'd, &c. Man with Righteoufnefs : In his Body Sin lay dead, With each Sorrow which it bred, Accufation, Condemnation, Spread their Wings and fled* Old C 76 3 5 Old Things now are, &c. Pafled all away ; That his Power, &c. He might thus difplay : In a new Creation pure, From all Sin and Spoil fecurc, This erected, (lands perfected, On Foundation fure. 6 See it rifmg, &c. Glorious to our View ; Moft furprifing, &c. All Things here are new : As rofe Jefus from the Grave, Such the Purity we have ; Sin is dead, and Care is fled, The Son's no more a Slave. XV. For as many of you as have been baptized into Chrijl, have put on Chriji^ Gal. iii. 27. 1 /*~\ ! How doth God our Souls furprife, \^J When he our Confcience doth baptize Into the holy Nature ; Where, free from all Offence and Blame, We now poffefs in Cbriji the Lamb, The Fulnefs of his Stature, Now ,C 77 ] Now free Arc we And fhall ever., In our Saviour, Stand perfected ; With him to this Grace elected. 2 free from all Confcioufnefs of Sin, We live where none can enter in 5 This when in Heart believed •> Our Confcience anfwers towards God, As free from Sin, thro' Jefu's Blood, Nor can we be deceived : For he And we, In one Body, White and ruddy, Are compleated : In the Father's Glory featcd. 3 Salvation now in us is wrought ; Nor is there one uneafy Thought, By which our Peace is fpoiled : Baptiz'd into the Saviour's Name, Our Confcience anfwers to the Lamb, Who ne'er can be defiled. Now blefl \v"e reft From what vexes And perplexes \ We are fully In and as is J ejus holy. XVI. [ 78 ] XVI. God is Love, and he that dwelleth in Love, dwel- leth in God, and God in him, John iv. 16. i /"\ Love ! what a Secret to Mortals thou art ! V^/ 'Tis God's deep Eternity, Nature and Heart : The witnefling Dove confirms this high Plan, And likewife his Word and his Dealings with Man ; The Sorrows of Jefus, his Torment and Pain, Has left no Foundation for doubting again. 2 O Love ! how my fterious and boundlefs art thou ! Thy Date and thy Meafure unlimited flow : This Jefus reveals with Evidence ftrong ; It gladdens my Heart, and infpires my Song With Praife to my Saviour, my Lord and my God, WhofeLove is my Glory, as view'd in his Blood. 3 O Love ! what a Gath'ring of Souls thou hafl made ! All into one Fountain, one Body, one Head ; Where they were preferv'd thy own, thro' the Fall, The Fulnefs of Jefus, who fills all in all : Clofe in her Pavilion, the Darling, the Bride, Lay hid in her Hufband, till born from his Side. 4 O £ 79 ] 4 O Love ! what a Bridegroom of Honour and Trait! The Fulnefs of Heaven hath married my Duft ; He humbled himfelf to cleave to his Wife, In all her Diftrefs and her Sorrows of Life ; With her was he number'd aniongft the Un- clean, Nor yet could he loathe her, nor Jar come be- tween. 5 O Love ! what a Hufband thy Care did pro- vide ! Defcending from Glory in Search of thy Bride ; Her Subflance conceiv'd, thy Body was flie, Incarnate in her, and me then was in thee ; In th' Womb of the Virgin, the Twain was made one, Whence God, our Creator, was born a poor Man. XVII. Unto you therefore which believe he is precious, i Pet. ii. 7. OMy Jefus ! O my J ejus I Bridegroom of my Heart, Who efpoufed, who efpoufed, To my Nature Art 5 Thou, C 80 ] Thou, my Love, haft bore my Blame, Thy dear Wounds and lovely Name, Deep impreft upon my Bread, Shall always be my Flame. 2 O was ever, &c. Lover like the Lamb ! No, no, never, &c. Was fo true a Flame, As what burns on Jefu's Blood, As the dying Love of God, God-like glorious, Love's vi&orious, Though by Hell withftood. 3 In my Weaknefs, &c. There I always fee Conftant Witnefs, &c. That thy Love is free : Empty I, of Goodnefs void, Whilft on thee, my Lamb, I'm ftaid, Thou art Love, and this I prove, And fhall not be afraid. 4 Mercy raifes, &c. My loft Nature high - y Love amazes, &c. Whilft I, wond'ring, cry : my Love ! how kind thine Heart, Taking of my Flefh a Part j In thy Body, once fo bloody, 1 am as thou art. XVIII, XVIIL ^J /Z^j y£#// r#// #/j| Name Emmanuel, which , fowzg interpreted, is, God with us. Matt. i. 23, Holy Emman'el ! thy Myfl'ry divine, From Glory to Glory, on Zww mail (nine, The Myfl'ry of God efpous'd to a Worm, Who neither had Merit, nor beautiful Form ; Yet rais'd to the Bofom of God, the Supreme, She Tings me is like him, yet does not blafpheme. ft O lovely EmmarCel ! illuftrious thy Grace ! The Beauties of Holinefs mine in thy Face : Triumphant in Blifs, our Nature we fpy, And we, in that Nature, join'd to the mofl High: The Image exprefs of the Suhflance of God ; His Brightnefs appearing by Water and Blood. 3 O facred Emmarfel ! our Glory, our Joy ; In mut'al Embraces, which never (hail cloy, The Bridegroom and Bride, our Maker and we, Perpetually live, as united in thee ; Confummate Salvation, reveal' d in thy Blood, In thee we pofTefs, with the Fulnefs of God. 4 O glorious Emman'el ! Jehovah with Man ! With us is God prefent ; (amazing the Plan ft Perfection C 82 J Perfection of Joy we now underftand, Whilft Rivers of Pleafures flow at his Right Hand : We (land, when no higher our Notes we can raife, In Silence, exprefiive of Wonder and Praife. XIX, In my Fle/h Jhall I fee God ; whom I jhall fee for myfelf Job xix. 16 , 27. 1 QEE, Omy Soul, with Wonder fee, k5 Array'd in Flefh, thy God, Cloath'd with my whole Humanity, And deeply drench'd in Blood ! 1 My Flefh, my Blood, and Bone cfpous'd ; ( O the amazing Plan ! ) From Nature's Death and Darknefs rous'd, When God became a Man, 3 My Frame, once pure, was marr'd and harm'd Between his Hands quite fpoil'd ; But now a nobler Veflel form'd, When God became a Child. 4 At BethVhem was my purer Birth, The Virgin-mother mine, His Heav'n married to my Earth, In Shrift, the Man divine. 5 Em- C §3 1 5 Emmanuel is God with me. In our exalted Lamb ; In whom I'm reconcil'd and free, All Praife attend his Name. 6 His Sonfhip proves my Sin forgiven, Makes my Salvation fure, Prepares for me a Seat in Heav'n, And keeps my Joy fecure. 7 In him accepted ; and, as him, Receiv'd in Realms above; In him I triumph, foar, and iwim, In everlafting Love. 8 All my Religion and my Life, Art thou, my Lamb, my God ; Pin fix'd, from hence my future Strife Shall be to praife thy Blood. XX. 1 had fainted, unlefs I had believed, Pf. xxvii. 13. 1 O H E W me the Reafon, O my God, kj Why I afflicted am ; Since thou haft wafh'd me in thy Blood, And cover'd all my Shame. 1 Why C «4 3 2 Why yet mud rebel Nature live To fill my Heart with Pain ? Why yet my Jefus muft I grieve ? Shall Nature ne'er be flain ? 3 Ten thoufand Tears, more num'rous Sighs, Flow from this Heart of mine, In ardent Pray'r, with piercing Cries, I feek Redrefs in vain, 4 Whilft, pafling thro' baptifmal Fire, My Spirit frets and pines, And, languifhing with fierce Defirc, Would know thy deep Defigns. 5 What ! muft I lofe my Friends and Fame, All that's to be defir'd ? Have vile Contempt pour'd on my Name, Abhorr'd, but not admir'd ? 6 What ! muft Temptations yet prevail, And Satan fift my Heart ? Whilft inbred Lufts my Mind affail, And caufe me grievous Smart ? 7 Muft Heaven, Earth, and Hell unite, Againft me in this War ? How (hall I bear this dreadful Fight, Or keep from foul Defpair ? 3 Take C 8 5 ] 8 Take tip the Crofs, thy f elf deny, ( O moil ungrateful Sound ! ) Alas ! I burn, and fink, and die, And feci the Spirit's Wound, 9 Is there no Way to glorify Thy Death and honour' d Name, Except I to myfelf thus die, And fwim thro' Floods of Shame ? I o What ! be deny'd my Heart's Defire, My Expectations croft, Whilft all my Joys of Senfe expire. My Reputation loft ? I I The Thought of this diftracts my Heart, 'Tis worfe than Death or Hell ; The Torment, Pangs, and dreadful Smart, My Tongue can never tell. 1 2 Peace, O my Soul ; this is the Path That leads to Reft divine : 'Tis this illuftrates Jefrfs Death, And makes his Goodnefs mine. 13 Now, with my Lord nail'd to his Crofs, I feel the untold Pain ; But, ah ! how loath to fuffer Lofs Am I, tho' 'tis my Gain ! M 14 O [ 86 ] 14 O Lamb! 'tis thou doft excrcifc Me with this fearching Flame, And, thro' thy % SuiPrings, wilt baptize Me into all thy Name. 15 Since this I know, I check my Fears, And all I am refign ; Fly from my Heart, ye anxious Cares, My Lamb, I'm wholly thine. XXI. Be ready always to give an Anfwer to every Man that a/keth you a Reafon of the Hope that is in you, 1 Pet. iii. 15. 1 OOlemnly we now confefs, k3 The Lord our Portion is ; He, our Joy and Righteoufnefs, Whilfl we are ever his : Dead with Jefus, freed from Sin, We rife with him for ever free ; Now with him are enter'd in, Where we his Glory fee. 1 Human Nature's reconcil'd To God, the Judge of all ; In which Nature ev'ry Child Tveftor'd from Adam's Fall, Bears [ 3 7 ] Bears his Father's facred Name, New-born his Likenefs from Above, Joint-Partaker with the Lamb Of all his Nature, Love. XXII. But where Sin abounded, Grace did much mor e abound, Rom. v. 20. 1 rynHE Victory's won, X And Satan is down ; We now overcome, His Kingdom difown : The Seed of the Woman Hath bruifed his Head, Hath made us that new Man, Which Love had decreed. 2 In Adam we loft Our Eden by Sin ; But we now, thro' Chrijt, Again are brought in : The Vail it is torn, And Paradife gain'd : The Father hath fworn ; His Promife mall ftand, 3 Our Nature's releas'd From Sin, Death, and Hell ; Jehovah is pleas' d With Man for to dwell: A fit C 88 3 A fit Habitation, In Spirit, for God ; A bleft, new Creation, Pronounc'd very good. 4 We mourn not the Hour That Adam did fall, When his Will and Pow'r Was forfeited all ; Nor are we now grieved, His Glory and Crown Could not be retrieved By Works of his own. 5 It was on this Ground, The Myft'ry of Grace Did much more abound, When Jefus took Place Of Man, the Offender, To die as our Sin ; And Righteoufnefs render Compleat, . and brought in. 6 By this was made known God's Nature as Love : This we, in his Son, For ever fhall prove. By Means of Tranfgreflion, This Grace was reveal'd : This is our Confeflion, A Truth God has feal'd. 7 When C 8 9 ] 7 When Adam was pure, Yet mutable he : In Jefus more fure, Immutable we ; More highly exalted In Chrift the God-man, Ne'er to be aflaulted By Satan again. XXIII. Becaufe the Foolijhnefs of God is wifer than Men, and the Weaknefs of God is Jironger than Men, 1 Cor. i. 25, 1 np H Y Gofpel, dear Lamb, JL Is Spirit and Life, Deliv'ring from Shame, The Bride, thy lov'd Wife ; Once loft, yet thy Blood hath Reftor'd us again; God's Weaknefs, the Word faith, Is ftronger than Men. 2 Thy Myfteries feem Confufion to fpeak ; And in Man's Efteem Thy Gofpel is weak ; But mighty thro' Blood, 'twill Deliver us when The Weaknefs of God ftill Is ftronger than Men, 3 Thy [ 90 ] 3 Thy Inftruments are But low in Degree ; 'Tis always their Care To glorify Thee ; Through Blood they arc holy, Whilft none fhall condemn : God's Weaknefs moil truly Is flronger than Men. 4 Tho' rich, thou waft poor, Tho' high, thou waft low ; Thou empt'edft thy Store Salvation to fhew : Thine infinite Blood, it Deliver'd us then ; The Weaknefs of God, it Was flronger than Men. 5 All hail, thou dear Man, The Weaknefs of God, Thy Torment and Pain, Thy Wounds, and thy Blood, Declare thy Salvation : We'll praife it again, The Weaknefs of God, it Is flronger than Men. XXIV. [ 9* ] XXIV. Father , I will that they alfo whom thou haft given me, be with me where 1 am, John xvii. 24* T 1 H E Father's Love to Man fo free. Made us the Fulnefs of the Son : The Son, he wills that we mould be With him, where e'er he is, as one. 2 In him a new Creation made, No more to fail, but to endure ; "Where we the Members, he the Head, One Body, we're conceived pure. 3 In him, in his myflerious Birth, Born in him as that holy Thing, Whofe Praife, as God efpous'd to Earth, The Angel Hofl with Joy did fmg. 4 In him together circumcis'd, . When all our Filthinefs of Flefh, Which God in Holinefs defpis'd, Was quite put off in Righteoufnefs. 5 In him, in all the Works he wrought ; In him together crucify'd ; In him, as rifen without Fault, And in him fully glorify' d. 6 With C 9* I 6 With him, where e'er he was, we were, In all Conditions ftill the fame ; With him, where e'er he is, we are, And as him pure and free from Blame. 7 In feeing him, ourfelves we fee, And all his Glory as our own ; Our Joy is full, the Son is free, And J ejus wears th' eternal Crown. XXV. For I determined not to know any 'Thing among you, fave J ejus Chriji and him crucified, i Cor. ii. 2. i ^l U THILST * ce l euL i a l Themes purfue, W How God, my Saviour, lov'd to Death j Thefe Notes to me are ever new, And will be to my later! Breath. i Almighty Babe ! in BethPhem born, The Object of my folemn Praife, Treated by Infidels with Scorn, ! \ But Life, and Soul of all my Joys. 3 Hail ! everlafting Father, God, Debas'd, and in a Servant's Form ; Thou conquer'dfl by thy Wounds and Blood, In Likenefs of a finful Worm. 4 Dear [ 93 1 4 Dear Man of Sorrows, Thee we hail ! Forfaken, Friendlefs, difefteem'd, Thy Griefs, and Blood, and Tears prevail, And have our Soul from Hell redeemed. e All hail ! Thou agonizing God, Whofe pregnant Veins wererack'd with Pain, In fervent Love, they burit with Blood, Defcending as the early Rain. 6 Hail ! holy Lamb, to Slaughter led, Silent and guilty in our Stead, To Death by Man's Offence betray'd, Juft as the Father's Love decreed. 7 With Shame and Ignominy us'd, Dragg'd by a Prieft-rid Mob to Court, With cruel Mockings there abus'd, Mefliah, was the Clergy's Sport. 5 Condemn' d , and to the Heathen fent, They follow with their louder Cry ; Like Blood-hounds flill upon the Scent, Infatiate 'till the SaviGitr die. 9 The Ploughers plough his facred Flefh, Make long and bloody Furrows there. With Inftruments of Pain they threfh. And mercilefs his Body tear. v N io His [ 94 ] i o His Praifes mall be my Employ ! To pay my Debts, he drain'd his Store ; That we, poor Worms, might fing for Joy, Heav'n dying, bled at ev'ry Pore. 1 1 This is the higheft Proof of Love ! The nature, bofom Love of God ! I rife to dwell in this Above, Led by the Track of Jefu\ Blood. XXVI. Blejfed are the Dead, which die in the Lord, Rev. xiv. 13. 1 ^ * TITH folemn Shout we fing thy Praife^ \\ Ancient of everlafling Days ! Thou daily gather'ft Home thine own, Who bear thy Crofs, to wear thy Crown. 1 Let all rejoice, and no one grieve, This Day we meet to take our Leave Of our dear Brother's precious Duft, Until the riling of the Jufl. « One with the Body of the Lamb, SeaPd with Emmanuel's new Name, A Member of his Flefh and Bone, By Blood redeem'd, to Heav'n he's gone. 4 Whilft C 95 ] 4 Whilft here below, he knew the Lord, And fanctify'd in God the Word ; In him his Spirit now mall dwell, A Conq'ror over Death and Hell. 5 See ! how he treads the Courts Above, The Pavements of eternal Love, Wond'ring he kneels, and hails that Blood, Which reconciPd his Heart to God. 6 Hark ! how he thunders Jefu\ Name, Before the Throne a burning Flame : With the united Hofl he bows, And no more Grief or Trouble knows. 7 Then mourn not o'er the lifelefs Clay, But wait the Refurrecl;ion-day, When Chrift the Saviour mail appear, And he come with him in the Air. XXVII. In Burnt -Offerings and Sacrifices for Sin, thou hadjl no Pleafure. Then /aid he, Lo I I come to do- thy Will, God, Heb. x. 6, 9. 1 TTTHEN God would manifeft his Grace W To Man that he might prove The Glories of the Father's Face, And feel his Nature, Love : He C 96 ] He faid he would not Sacrifice, As offer'd by the Law ; All human Merit would defpife, His Frcfence thence withdraw. 2 Then faid the Saviour, Lo, I corns To do thy Will, My God; He brought his Sons and Daughters home By pouring out his Blood : That they with him might enter in To all the Heav'n of Love ; His Death did make an End of Sin, The Stumbling-block remove. 3 Thou Lord, a Body didft prepare, Thy own collected Seed, For him eternally to wear, And be the living Llead. Obedient in this Body he Thy Counfel did fulfil, Did every Member purify, And do thy perfect Will. 4 This is the Kappinefs we prove, That we the Body are, Which our great Father in his Love, For J ejus did prepare : The My fiery of that conceiv'd Within the Virgin's Womb ; Which liv'd, and dy'd, and was receiv'd In Heav'n, rais'd from the Tomb. 5 With [ 97 ] 5 With Chrift in Soul and Body one, We evermore are bleft ; Afpiring to the perfect Son, We enter perfect Reft ; Pre-eminence to him is giv'n, Yet in this glorious Plan, The Head and Members entered Heav'n, In one exalted Man. XXVIII. When it pleafed God to reveal his Son in me, im- mediately I conferred not with Flejh and Blood, Gal. i. 15,, 16. HEN God our Father's pleas'd For to reveal his Son, Immediately our Conscience eas'd Becomes his peaceful Throne. 2 Confult we then no more Our Senfes, Flefh and Blood, But in the Day of heav'nly Pow'r Commence the Sons of God. 3 Included all in One, We now with Rapture tell, We're in the Father's only Son, In whom he's pleafed well : 4 This [ 9 3 J 4 This doth our God make known To mortal Worms below : All other Matters we difown, This only will we know. 5 We leave this World behind, With all its Faith and Forms, And live in the eternal Mind, Free from all Hell's Alarms. 6 What Senfe fuggefls we leave, With Reafon's doubtful Plan, And in the Spirit's Power cleave To Chrijl, the perfect Man. XXIX. Come hither, and I will jhew thee the Bride, the Lamb's Wife, Rev. xxi. 9. HEN blinded with Pride, How vainly we try'd To find upon Earth the Lamb's beautiful Bride. 2 Of Man we enquired, For her we admir'd, Whofe Peace and Communion we greatly defir'd. 3 Some faid we fliould find, If we were inclin'd, The Bride amongft Men of an orthodox Mind. 4 We * C 99 ] 4 We fought amongft them, The Bride of the Lamb, But heard them contend, and their Brethren condemn : 5 Their Hatred and Strife, And bigotted Life, Made us to conclude they were not the Lamb's Wife. 6 Much griev'd and perplex'd, We fought for her next Where Practice of Piety's always the Text. 7 Of Holinefs there We always did hear, And carefully watched to fee it appear. 8 To witnefs their Grace, Soft Words and Grimace, Still dropt from the Tongue, and appear'd on the Face. o Of Fafting and Pray'r, Of watching with Care, And proving Man's Piety by his Defpair. io Of Gefture and Drefs, As Matters of Strefs ; The pow'rful Ingredients of Self-Righteoufnefs. ii Self- [ 100 ] 1 i Self-goodnefs and Pride, And Evils befide, The Beaft upon which the Whore drunken doth ride. 12 'Twas now we retir'd, And deeply defpair'd To find upon Earth what we fo much deftVd. 13 We fought her by Name, As one without Blame : For fuch is the Darling, the Spoufe of the Lamb. XXX. The fame. 1 llTE're certainly fare, W And fhall evermore, That all the Religion of Man is impure. a An Angel of Death, Who pours forth the Wrath Of God, the Eternal, upon our vile Earth. 3 His Vial took up, And pour'd out each Drop, Our Fleih to confume thus he emptied his Cup. 4 Then [ 101 ] 4 Then fpake, as new Life, To end all my Strife, Come hither, I'll Ihew thee the Bride, the Lamb's Wife. 5 In Spirit he caught Me, fwift as a Thought, From Adam the earthly he quickly me brought, 6 Up where the Lamb flands, In the midft of his Friends ; A Mountain whofe Top above Heaven afcends. 7 Our Nature made clean, As J ejus is feen, Is th' holy high Mountain which I do here mean* 8 Brought here to abide, I quickly efpy'd, In all her Adorning, the beautiful Bride. 9 Mofl glorious her Name, And free from all Blame, The holy Jerufalem y Wife of the Lamb. lo^From Heav'n coming down, An eternal Renown, As having the Glory of God for her owa. O xi Moft [ 10* ] 1 1 Moft precious her Light, As Jafper is bright, Yea, clear as the Cryftal appears to tie Sight. XXXI. Thefanvc. I | AElivcr'd from Pain, JL/ Lo ! now I attain, To know her I fought for on Earth fo in Vain. i The Bride's Purity, I fee thro' the Eye Of her God and Huiband, who dwellcth on high. 3 In Spirit, now bold, I plainly behold, I am of this Body, O Wonder untold! 4 I now am at Peace j I live in the Grace, That keeps the Bride ever in th* Hufband's Embrace. 5 My Praife fhall abound With heavenly Sound, A Church now perfected in Love I have found ! 6 My [ 5°3 3 6 My Jefus reveals. By op'ning the Seals To me, what from Thoufands he ever conceals. t xxxu. The Voice faid, Cry. And he /aid, What /hall I cry f All Flejh is Grafs, and all the Goodlinefs thereof is as the Flower of the Field. The Grafs withereth, the Flower fadeth ; becaufe the Spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it — but the Word of our God Jhall ft and for -ever, Ifa. xl. 6, 7, 8. 'Ond'rous Voice, which cries with Pow'r, All Flefh as Grafs is mean \ All its Good is as the Flow'r Which fades, and is not feen : Surely all the People's Grafs ; Nor is their Goodlinefs efteem'd : All their Work and Righteoufnefs Are fading Flowers deem'd. Blows the Spirit of our God, All nefhly Good is loft \ Speaks with Pow'r the Saviour's Blood ; Man's Glory finks to Duft : Fails all Flefh before the Lord, And, withering, dies at his Command \ Nought but God's eternal Word Shall in his Presence ftand. £ Jefa 3 Jefus only fhall endure, And nothing ftand befide ; He, that Word of God moil fure, In whom exilts his Bride : Bleft in him with perfect Peace, We ceafe from all our flefhly Good $ He came witneffing this Grace, By Water and by Blood. 4 Now is Jefus all in all, My Soul is fatisfy'd ; All my Guilt, by Adam's Fall, Ceas'd when the Saviour dy'd $ With him I arofe to Light, And glor'ous Immortality ; In him beauteous to the Sight Of facred Deity. 5 O how wond'rous is the Grace ! The Lamb accepted (lands ! In him fliines the Father's Face On Souls from ev'ry Land : He our Captain, Prince, and Head, Foundation of this Truth divine ; All Jehovah's fav'rite Seed Collected in him fhine. XXXIII. C io 5 ] XXXIII. Behold the Lion of the Tribe of Judah, the Root of David, hath prevailed to open the Book, and loofe the Seals thereof And I beheld a Lamb as it had been/lain ; and he came and took the Book out of the right Hand of him who fat on the Throne, Rev. v. 5, 6, 7. "HAT dazzling Glories ftrike mine Eye \ How infinite the Myftery ! What Truth divine doth God reveal, When Judah's Lion breaks the Seal ! Expounds to Man that facred Book, Which from the Father's Hand he took. 2 Long did this Secret lie conceaPd In God, nor was it yet reveal' d ; Nor Men, nor Angels could difcern, Nor might the Father's Nature learn : Nor was there found a worthy One To take the Book, and look thereon. 3 But, to difpel our gloomy Fears, A Lamb with Marks of Death appears ; Deep Wounds, with Blood-exhaufted Vein, Denoted that he had been liain : And in that wounded Form prevail'd To read the Book, tho* fev'n Times feal'd. 4 When I 106 ] 4 When cv'ry Seal is open broke, And each attending Voice hath fpoke, An univerfal Silence reigns, Whilft he the facred Page explains : Our Heav'n itfelf in Silence waits, What the dear worthy Lamb relates, XXXIV. !f "he fame, i ^^IHRIST's Birth and Circumcifion too, \^A His Fading and Temptation fhew, His Agony and bloody Sweat, His wounded Heart and Torments great, His Blood, his Death, and all fhall prove The Fulnefs of the Godhead-Love. 2 'Tis he who groans and cries aloud, And weeps, and fighs, and hangs in Blood ; 'Tis as his Soul was put to Pain, And as he was mod fharply flain ; That he is worthy to unfeal The Book of God, and all reveal. 3 Under this Form, we hear him preach, And, by his Wounds, his Brethren teach* That God is Love to favour'd Man, And was ere Worlds or Time began ; His Being, Name, and Nature, Love : This calls us up to Worlds above. < 4 Our y 4 Our Nature's Curfe, our Sin and Pride, Are now deftroy'd, and all befide, Which renders it unmeet for God ; The Lamb hath purg'd us by his Blood : Our Happinefs he always wills, And in us all his Joy fulfils. XXXV. Who hath faved us, and called us with an holy Calling ; not according to cur Works, but ac- cording to his own Furpofe and Grace, which was given us in Chrijl Jefus, before the World began : But is now made manifefi, by the Ap- pearing of our Saviour Jefus Chrifl, 2 Tim. i. 9, 10. i^^TTOnd'rousthe Grace which now we prove ! VV Led up to the Creator's Love, With every perfect Spirit j The Nature, Love, and Life in God, We foar to know, by Jefu's Blood, And all its Blifs inherit : Now feaPd, And heaPd Of our Blindnefs, Thro' the Kindnefs Of our Jefus, Who from Sin did quite releafe us. t Our C io3 ] i Our God fo lov'd his Creature Man ; He was before the World began The fir ft Word by him fpoken : Declared then his only Son In Union with the Godhead one ; A perfecl Proof and Token Of Grace And Peace ; All this Blemng, Without ceafing, To the Creature, And that God did love their Nature. 3 Whilfl all in Heav'n rejoic'd in this, Tho' they but faintly faw the Blifs Of human Exaltation ; We, whom it molt concern' d to know, Were kept in Blindnefs here below, By Sin from all Senfation. Nor could, Nor would We believe it, Nor receive it, When he prov'd us, Saying, Our Creator lov'd us. 4 The Father faw us funk in Sin, Our Nature fpoiled, blind, unclean, Unmeet for his enjoying ; Refolv'd he was to work our Cure, Refolv'd to make our Nature pure, By all our Sins deftroying : Then [ io 9 ] Then Love Above , Laid the Scheme, of What's the Theme of All the blefled, Who are of their God carefled. 5 The Father fends his only Son \ Yea, comes himfelf to Worms undone ; Is found in all our Fafhion ; Thro' all our Reputation's Lofs, He tracks us to the fhameful Crofs, And feels us in his Paffion. We fell To Hell ; He o'er took us, Nor forfook us ; But redeem'd us, And as his own Hcav'n efteem'd us. XXXVL The fame. HOW deep was that which Chrifi fuftain'd, When in his Soul and Body pain'd, He figh'd, and wept, and roar'd ; From many Wounds a fecond Flood Springs forth, which drowns the World in Blood ! By which we are affured, P His [ no ] His Pain's Our Gain ; For he died Greatly tried, As our Folly ; Our Offence there ceafes wholly. 2 From Sin and Sinner's Curfe he rofe Triumphant over all his Foes, And thus reflor'd our Nature ; And in that Nature every Child To Godhead fully reconcil'd, Receiv'd their Father's Feature : Fully Holy, In his Likenefs Are his Brightneis ; Each begotten, Bears his Im#ge who begot him. 3 Now, through the Saviour's Blood, we prove The Father's Heart and Nature Love, And all our Warfare finifh'd ; Nor Good, nor Bad, as wrought by Man, Availeth here \ nor is this Plan Added to or diminifh'd ; Our Blifs Is this : Jefus lives us Freely gives us (True the Story) All his Sonfhip, Fruits and Glory, XXXVII. C in 3 XXXVII. In the Beauties of Holinefs from the Womb of the Morning, thou haft the Dew of thy Youth, Pf. HAT Glories furrounding my Saviour I fee ! What Beauties triumphant, my Jefus in Thee ! What Glory, or Power may with Thee com- pare, Or thy Generation, what Tongue can declare ? The Heavens are filent and cannot decide, This Myftery only belongs to the Bride. i Thou haft, my dear Saviour, in Glory and Truth, From the Womb of the Morning, the Dew of thy Youth : The Morning of Love, eternal and bright, With Honour bedew'd thee, and nourifh'd thee right ; When fecretly thou waft exifting above, In God, as the Word, and the Son of his Love. 3 Thine Off-fpring for Number as Sands on the Shore, Or Morning Dew Drops on the Earth fcatter'd o'er, Were [ u* ] Were then as thy Myftery, Fulnefs and Truth, All gather'd in thee as the Dew of thy Youth : In thee as thy Splendor of Youth did we fhine ; In Beauties of Holinefs, Godlike, divine. 4 And when we had fallen from Heaven to Earth, And could not return there, but thro' a new Birth ; Our Nature as fpoil'd, in Adam who fell, As funk in our Reafon and Senfes to Hell, We then were in Myft'ry preferved in thee \ Our Earthy tho' fallen, our Heavenly was free 5 As the fecond Adam then didft thou appear, The Lord from on High for to banifh our Fear ; Thou found'ft us funk in the earthy loft Man, And him thou affumedft to finifli the Plan, That Plan where 'twas fix'd that Tranfgrefhon mould ceafe, And all our Creation reftor'd to thy Peace* 6 This haft thou effected by fhedding thy Blood, Haft brought back our Nature in Union with God. From the earthy Man thou haft fet us free, Haft brought us to live and to triumph in thee. 'Tis here we receive our Intelligence fure, Of our Prefervation in thee always pure. XXXV1IL C \ij 3 XXXVIII. "To the Intent that now unto the Principalities and Powers in heavenly Places, might be known, by the Church, the manifold Wijdom of God, Eph. iii. 10. H O can fay what Glories lie Hid in Jefu's Myftery ? What the Birth he had from God ? What the Riches of his Blood ? O, thou favour'd Bride ! Honour'd when thy Lover dy'd ; With a Proof of Love divine, Say, how all he is, is thine. 2 My Belov'd, the holy One, Our eternal Father's Son, Always did in God exift, Ere he was declar'd the Chrijf : Secret of the Lord, God's internal formed Word, His eternal Thought of Man, Now reveal'd in Gofpel Plan. 3 This lay hid till Luft conceiv'd, Bringing forth what foon bereav'd Man of all his Righteoufnefs, Life, and Soul, and Happinefs ; Then was that reveal'd, Which fo long had been conccal'd, How [ "4 ] How that heavenly Man our Head, Was the Church's Root and Seed. 4 He our faithful Seed and true, Root divine on which we grew, Sould reftore our blafted Tree, Set our captive Nature free j Thus preferv'd in him, He was deftined to redeem Us from Sin and Satan's Pow'r, Our Intelligence reftore. XXXIX. The fa?ne* i HOO redeem our Souls he comes, X And our earthy Man affumes $ All his Image fully bears, All his Curfe, and Sin, and Fears, Sunk to all his Hell ; Follow'd him where e'er he fell, Careful ftill for to expofe Sin to all deferved Woes. 2 Thro' his Side and pierced Heart ; Thro' each nervous tender Part, The awaken'd Sword of God, Bath'd in Heav'n, in Sinners Blood. O ! the Myftery, Thro' his Body's Agony, The [ "5 ] The Battle cnter'd to his Soul, Floods of Wrath did o'er him roll. 3 Sweat, and Blood, and ftreaming Wounds, Cover him, whilft dreadful Sounds Rend the frighted Atmofphere, Piercing ev'ry hearing Ear : Mcft confufed Noife ! Now we hear the Conq'ror's Voice ; Then deep Groans and horrid Yell, All the wild uproar of HelL 4 See the Battle fiercer grow ; Blood in mighty Torrents flow ; Quakes the Earth, and rends the Rocks, Nature feels tremendous Shocks, Whilft the Sun, by Flight, Speaks the near approach of Night 5 Bury'ng all the Conq'rors Wrath In the vanquifh'd Rebels Death. XL. The fame.. 1 A LLis hum, the Battle's o'er ! XX Darknefs reigns in purple Gore \ Each Intelligence intent Trembling waits the great Event. All are in Sufpenfe Here I'll flay, nor wander hence, 'Till [ "6 3 'Till the Day-fpring from on High Speaks, who gain'd the Victory. 2 See a Gleam of Light appears ! Combats now my Hope and Fears ; Now the heav'nly Glory's come ; O ! who darts from yonder Tomb, Cover'd all with Blood, Pale and wounded ? 'Tis my God ! 'Tis the Man who conqu'ring fell, Dying, vanquifh'd Death and Hell ! 3 Heav'nly Laurels crown his Head ! Sin, and Hell, and Death are dead ; The old Serpent's. Head is broke ; Heav'n by Violence is took. Hail 1 thou conq'ring Heart ; Thou my new Creation art : Hail ! my Flefh, and Bone, and Blood ; Hail ! myfelf, redeem'd to God. 4 I in him, and he in me, Perfect one in Myftery ; With him, where, and as he is, Fully enter'd into Blifs : There (hall I abide, In my Nature purify'd : Here I enter perfect Reft : The Father's Praife, his King and Prieft. XLL C "7 1 XLI. And he that fat upon the ^Throne faid, Behold, I make all Things new — And he faid unto me, It is done ; I am Alpha and Omega, the Begin-* ning and the End, Rev. xxi. 5, 6, HEN favour'd John beheld The Vifions of the Lord, With Admiration mTd, He heard the Father's Word Revealing what his Purpofe was, And what his Love ihould bring to pafs. 1 Thus fpake the fov'reign Lord, Whilfl on his Throne he fat, " Hear ye my-faithful Word ; cc Behold I will create, " And make all Things in Love anew : " Write thou thefe Words, for they are true." 3 When God had thus declar'd The fecret of his Will, ' The Man who was prepar'd His Counfel to fulfil, Emphatically fpake to John, And faid, " Behold, the Work is done : 4 " For I the Alpha am, " And the Omega too ; (^ « You, [ "8 ] " You, in this facred Name, " The fininVd Work may view : " I, the Beginning and the End " Of all the Joys which you attend." 5 The Father's great Decree In him is now fulfiird j In Spirit there we fee All Things are reconcil'd, And made conformable to God, Wafh'd from all Filth in Jefu\ Blood. 6 New Heav'ns and Earth we fpy, With Hearts of God infpir'd, Which ancient Prophecy Foretold, and Saints defird : That Jefus is this Grace, is true, Where old Things ceafe, and all is new. 7 New Nature, pure, divine, New Teftament and Plan, New Glories on us fhine, . In Cbrift the heav'nly Man ; Our old Man he was crucify'd, And loft from us when Jefus dy'd. 8 'Tis done, we're made anew, And our Intelligence Receives the Record true ; In Spirit we commence That perfect Man, who did proclaim The firft and laft to be his Name, XLII. [ n 9 ] XLIL And bis Name Jhall be called WONDERFUL, Ifa. ix. 6. i TTTONDERFUL thy Name we call, VV And wonderful thou art ! We, in Spirit, proftrate fall, And hail thy wounded Heart ! Thou haft us redeemed to God, From ev'ry Nation, Kindred, Tongue ; Thou haft wafh'd us in thy Blood, And taught us the new Song. i Jefus only is the Lord, He only holy is ; Jefus is by us ador'd, He is our perfect Blifs ; We in him, and he in us, Thro' all his Wounds, and Death, and Blood, In one Body on the Crofs Were perfected to God. 3 Thou, O Chrift, in Zion prais'd, Whom we our Saviour call, In the Godhead's Glory raisM Above the Heavens all : Thee we hail, thou Prince of Heav'n ! *Tis thee we hail, thou faithful Heart ! Thou thyfelf to us haft giv'n ; All hail our better Part ! 4 Wor- [ 120 ] 4 Worthy is the holy Lamb, Pre-eminence is giv'n ; Greatly glorious is his Name, Above the highefl Heav'n ! Yet he names on us his Name, And boldly owns the Brotherhood* Calls us Brethren without Shame, And us prefents to God. XLIIt. The Anfwer of a good Confcience towards God, by the Refurreclion of Jefus Chrift, i Pet. iii. 2 1. HAT Beauties divine In Jefus do fhine ! And yet all I fee, I, with Boldnefs, call mine. 2 With him crucify'd, When Jefus he dy'd, My Nature was purg'd, and to God purify 'd. 3 To me it is plain When Jefus was flain, Eternal Redemption he then did obtain. 4 From Bondage and Chains, From Sin and Hell-pains, Redemption of all in one Man he obtains. « 5 Ba P" [ I21 ] 5 Baptiz'd into him, Who did me redeem, His Perfon and Glories are my conftant Theme. 6 For all of the Lamb I rightfully claim, To reft in his Fulnefs of Stature I aim. 7 The Father makes known What he hath beftown On Chrift) and inftructs me to call it my own. XLIV. The fame, i T^JOR Reafon, nor Senfe i^l Knows how I commence The Man that is perfect, and free from Offence. 2 And yet what I fay Is Truth, and the Way To Reft that is glorious, tho 5 Reafon fay nay. 3 In Jefus as clean My Spirit's brought in, Where I fhall no more have a Confcience of Sin, 4 My Confcience is pure In J 'ejus ', and fure Of anfwering in Peace towards God evermore. 5 This C I22 ] 5 This deep Holinefs, Which now I poffefs, Is not by my cleanfing the Filth of the Flefh. 6 My Confcience it faith, It is by the Faith Of ChrijTs Refurrection, from Sin, Hell, and Death. 7 In J ejus complete, My Brethren I'll greet ; All hail, happy People, our Honours arc great I XLV. For he hath made him to be Sin for 21s, who knew no Sin, that we might be made the Right eoufnefs of God in him, 2 Cor. 5. 21. 1 TTTHilft I mall track the Depth of Love, VV Which fo tranfparently doth mine, No more in Reafon's Path I rove, To fearch the Myftery divine. From all that's fenfual flies my Heart, And enters deep Infinity, With Spirits bleft to bear a Part, In one melodious Harmony. 2 Helplefs in Infancy I fee, In likenefs of a finful Worm, Reduced C i*3 3 Reduc'd to Shame and Poverty, My God in mod defpifed Form : He liv'd but until the eighth Day, Ere he commenc'd the fufPring Lamb, By holy fign to put away Our Flefh Pollutions, and our Shame. 3 Our fpreading Filth contracted clofe, Within the Compafs of a Span, Affrights the Child from calm Repofe, To feel the Miferv of Man : His Life was painful, void of Reft, Full of Reproach, Contempt and Scorn ; With weighty Griefs and Woes oppreft, Till all Chaftifements be had borne. 4 The more in Years he did increafe, The more its PrefTure he did feel, Till Time drew near when Sin mould ceafe, And he his Teflament mould feal ; Then Sin and Satan had the Sway, To vex, accufe him, and condemn, Whilft God did all his Wrath difplay, To end all Sin, and Man redeem. 5 Thy Conflicts in thine Agony, When ftrengthen'd by a kind Support, Shews how our pond'rous Load did lie With Anguifh on thy very Heart; Trembling beneath our Curfe and Woe, With Groans in moft exceffive Pain, Thy [ I2 4 ] Thy bloody Sweat, like Rivers flow, Colle&ed from defcending Rain. 6 Now fee him deftin'd to the Crofs, With dreadful Horror fore opprefs'd, There Sin fuir.ain'd its endlefs Lofs, And all Tranfgreffion there hath ceas'd. High as an Enfign there he hangs, In Blood, by Heav'n and Earth forfook ; All Nature groan'd in dreadful Pangs, And Earth's Foundations rudely lhook. 7 His Life expiring with a Groan, His Soul (tarts from his Body torn j The Bride came to her native Home, From all his Wounds renew' d and born : 'Tis fininVd ! loud the Echo founds, Our ranfom Price is fully paid ; The Father's pleas'd to fee thofe Wounds, Where Sin is {lain, and Vengeance (laid. S His lifelcfs Body drain'd of Blood, Then was fulfill'd that faithful Word, Spoken of old by Men of God ; How Nature fpoil'd, mould be reftor'd - 9 'Twas done when radiant he arofe Triumphant over Death and Hell; Then in him rofe the darling Spoufe, With him in all his Blifs to dwell. 9 Qod's royal Cloathing now are we, And he hath mark'd us with his Name, Together [ I2 5 ] Together with the Son made free, For-ever perfect, without Blame. One Life, one Joy with him we have : Whilft in this World's bewilder'd Maze, We nothing more defire or crave, Inceflantly we J ejus praife ! XL VI. Arife, Jhine ; for thy Light is come, and the Glory of the Lord is rifen upon thee, Ifa. lx. i. 1 llTE now arife, the Light is come, \\ The Glory of the Lord appears ; No more in Darknefs may we roam, Expos'd to Guilt and many Fears. i The Day-fpring glorious from on high, Beams forth in Brightnefs all divine ; Our nightly Fears and Troubles die, Whilft we in perfect Beauty mine. 3 The Godhead's Glory rifmg bright On us, in Chriji the heav'nly Man, Declares us perfeel in his Sight, Whilft we admire the gracious Plan. 4 What e'er we loft we here regain ; The End of all our Toil is come, Nor Sin, nor Curfe doth now remain, We reft in God our native Home. R c Wc [ .26 ] 5 We now no Confcioufnefs retain Of Sin, no nor of Righteoufnefs, Demonftrate as what doth remain In us, to Comfort or Diftrefs. 6 But all the Confcioufnefs we have, Of what Condition we are in, Is after Chriji, rais'd from the Grave, A Conq'ror over Hell and Sin. 7 There in our Nature greatly bleft, And purg'd from ev'ry 111, thro' Blood, Our Confcience finds eternal Reft, And anfwers peacefully to God. XLVII. Thefc ame. i p TERE fhall no Trouble or Difmay JLJL Reach us, nor Want, nor Sin, nor Shame, For Chriji To-day and Yefterday, And to Eternity's the fame. 2 Here confummate in Joy and Peace, We hail that wounded, bleeding Heart, Where, fav'd from Sin, we'll never ceafe To praife the Lamb our better Part. Now C 127 ] 3 Now all Things in one Period turn ; Sin dare no more to mow its Head ; No more we want, nor figh, nor mourn, On ev'ry Foe we conquering tread. 4 The End is come, God hath appear'd, Afium'd our Flefh, and Blood, and Bone ; The Body, in his Love, prepar'd, Is that where Chriji and we are one. 5 O Death ! where's now thy Sting and Curfe ? Where's now thy boafted Pow'r and Might ? We feel no more the dread Remorfe, Nor can thy Terrors us affright. 6 Glory to our incarnate God ! We're fav'd in him, the Work is done 5 He leads us, by the Saviour's Blood, Up to the Glories of his Throne. XLVIII. He that /pared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all ; how Jhall he not with him freely give us all Things f Rom. viii. 32. 1 "\TT7" E now with Gladnefs tell, VV What Proof our God hath giv'n, That we with him mall ever dwell Above the higheft Heav'n. 2 That [ 128 ] i That our Creator's Love, Efifentially, to Man ; His Dealings with us fully prove, Thro' all the Chriftian Plan. 3 Such was his Love to us, He freely gave his Son To naffer Death upon the Crofs, And, bleeding, there atone. 4 For us he made him Sin, Then pierc'd him to the Heart ; This to deftroy, the Spear went in, For this he bare his Smart. 5 Beneath the pond'rous Load His finking Spirit fell, From Heav'n, his high and bleft Abode, To the Confines of Hell. 6 His Soul with Anguifh rent, His Head with Trouble bow'd ; He gave his unknown Sorrows vent, And, roaring, ery'd aloud. 7 His Sighs, and Tears, and Groans, His inward Torments fpeak ; His Struggles hard, with piteous Moans, 'Till all his Heart-firings break. 8 His [ I2 9 ] 8 His loud and piercing Cry, Effect of Pain and Fear, Did, as the choked Melody, Salute the Father's Ear. 9 Not Songs of Morning-Stars, Nor Angels higheft Praife, Could fo delight his holy Ears, Or like Harmony raife. 10 Such was the Love of God, Commended towards us ; Such was the Pleafure which he had In Sin's Deftruclion thus. XLIX. The fame. i npHE Father's holv Eye J_ Beheld his Son in Blood, With Pleafure infinitely high, Peculiar to a God. i Nor did (when Time began) That Work pronounc'd fo good, Appear fo pleafing as this Man, Adorn'd with Wounds and Blood, 3 This C *3° ] 3 This Sign and Token giv'n, Sufficiently doth prove, Without another Sign from Heav'n, That God, our Father's Love. 4 Here all our Sin hath ceas'd ; Our Joys are here fecure ; Our Nature from the Curfe releas'd, Thro* Jefu's Death is pure. 5 Then was our Heav'n brought in, And we were fav'd from Guilt, When Chrijl in Character of Sin, Annihilation felt. L. For ye know the Grace of our Lord Jefus Chrifi, that, though he was rich, yet for your Sakes he became poor, that ye, through his Poverty, might be rich, 2 Cor. viii. 9. 1 TESUS, how glorious is thy Grace ! J How excellent thy Name ! Unclouded Heavens in thy Face, Thou venerable Lamb. 2 Tho' thou waft rich in Angel's Songs, Thou willingly waft born To feel the Rage of mortal Tongues, Their Ridicule and Scorn. x Tho' [ 1 3 I ] 3 Tho* thou wall rich in Pow'r fupreme, Yet didft thou condefcend, From Worms of Earth to fuffer Shame, And Infults from the Fiend. 4 Tho' thou waft rich in Righteoufnefs, Divinely pure within ; Yet didft thou feel Hell's deep Diftrefs, When made our Curfe and Sin. 5 Tho' thou waft infinitely high And rich, yet didft thou take The deepeft Shame and Poverty, And for the Sinner's fake : 6 That, thro' thy Poverty and Lofs, We might be rich and bleft - 9 And, by the Labours of thy Crofs, Might gain eternal Reft. 7 InrichM by all thy Lofs and Smart, Thy Heav'n's on Man beftow'd ; Witnefs'd, when from thy bleeding Heart The Blood and Water flow'd. 8 Our deareft Lord, we blefs thy Grace, Thy wond'rous Love admire ; To fee the Beauties of thy Face, May all the World defire. 9 Live C *3 2 ] 9 Live jfefus, live for- ever more, Whilft all the Sons of God Thy glorious Perfon mall adore, And blefs thy Grace and Blood. LI. In his Humiliation, his Judgment was taken away, A&s viii. 33. 1 TESUS, thy Beauties I explore ! J Who am a helplefs Worm ; Adoring now and evermore Thy crucified Form. 1 When on thy Crofs, my deareft Lord, What Love didft thou difplay ! Eternal Annals fhall record The great, uncommon Day. 3 Down low, beneath the Wrath of Heav'n, Thy troubled Soul did bow ; Humiliation deeply grav'n Upon thy bleeding Brow. 4 My God ! my God ! was then thy Cry, Why haft thou me forfook ? Nature, replying with a Sigh, In ftrong Convulfions fhook. 5 More C l 35 ] 5 More marr'd than any Man's thy Face, Thy Judgment's took away ; Nor Men, nor Angels then could trace Thy Myftery, thy Day. 6 Thou didft, when in the Depths of Hell, An awful Silence keep ; No Tongue like thine can ever, tell The Horrors of the Deep. 7 Strong Pains of Death encompafs'd Thee, And hellifh Pangs were felt, That thou might' ft fet thy Children free From all their Sin and Guilt. 8 Tho* Satan once did us enflave, Now thou haft bruis'd his Head ; And in thyfelf didft fully fave , Thy lov'd, thy royal Seed. 9 Hence everlafting Praife belongs To thee our God and King : Do thou but influence our Songs 5 And we will ever fing. LII. Com* [ *34 ] LII. Comfort ye, comfort ye my People, faith your God : Speak ye comfortably to Jerufalem ; and cry unto her, that her Warfare is accomplished, that her Iniquity is pardoned ; for fhe hath received, at the Lord's Hand, double for all her Sins, Ifa. xl. i. 2. i /^ Omfort ye my, comfort ye my V>4 People, faith your God ; Comfortably fpeak ye to her, (Shout and Cry aloud) ; Tell her that her Warfare's o'er, Tell her that her VicVry's fure ; Sin, nor Wrath, nor fecond Death, Shall ne'er o'ertake her more. 2 Sin is pardon'd, &c, God the Word did give ; The moil harden'd, &c. Now fhall hear and live : She receiv'd, to make her clean, (From his Hand for ev'ry Sin) Grace and Trouble, fully double ; Joy ye Sons of Men ! 3 Glorious Jefus, &c. Thou art lifted high ; That fhall pleafe us, &c. To Eternity: What [ '35 ] What thefe Tidings good contain, Thy dear Blood and Wounds explain : Never-ending Love ! defcending By thy Smart and Pain. 4 All our Warfare, &c. . Thou'fl accomplinVd well j Bravely conquer'd, &c> Sin, and Death, and Hell : Thee we hail, thou King of Heav'n ! Thou thy all to us haft giv'n ; In thy Blood, our Lord and God, We find our holy Leav'n. 5 Thy Soul-Trouble, &c. Suffering in our Room, 's more than double, &c* Ada?n's awful Doom : All the Plenitude of Grace Fills thy fweet, thy lovely Face j More abounding, deeper founding, Than our finful Cafe. 6 Thy Condition, &c. Fully is our own ; No Ambition, &c. This, but truly known ; What the Members all may know : Living in their Head, they'll grow Up to this, the Source of Blifs, Where endlefs Comforts flow. 7 Holy C *3 6 J 7 Holy Saviour, &c. Glorious is thy Name ! Each Believer, &c. Sing, the bleeding Lamb : Ever may thy Glories mine ! Worthy thou, the Lamb divine ! Glorious Praife, Ancient of Days, Be ever, ever thine. LIIL We have not an High-Priefi, who cannot be touch- ed with a Feeling of our Infirmities, Heb. iv. J 5- "Y deareft Lamb, who bear'ft my Grief, Thy Sympathy affords Relief To thy poor, drooping Bride : Thy Blood, as Wine, fhall cheer my Heart ; I'll draw my Eafe from all thy Smart, And from thy pierced Side. 2 When thy poor Church grows tir'd and faint, And, overburden'd, makes Complaint Of fome tremendous Load, Which finks her Mind in Heavinefs, And all her inward Pow'rs diflrefs, As with an abfent God. 3 Thou [ *37 J 3 Thou fay'ft, thou haft been tempted fore, In ev'ry Point like her, and more ; Witncfs the fhameful Crofs : Now touch'd with ev'ry feeling Senfe Of what can give thy Bride Offence ; Hence ihe fuftains no Lofs. 4 If in the Dull me fainting fit, Warning her loving Saviour's Feet With her overflowing Tears ; Thou gently dofl her Spirit raife, Filling her Heart with Songs of Praife, And baniming her Fears. 5 Thou canft not fee us weep alone, But Sigh for Sigh, and Groan for Groan, With us thou bear'ft a Part ; Whilft pants the Soul, with throbbing Breaft, With equal Sympathy oppreft, We feel thy loving Heart. LIV, By Night on my Bed, I fought him whom my Soul loveth, Cant. iii. i. Earefl Jefus, tho' unfeen, My believing Heart mufl love thee ; Poor, defpifed Nazarene, A kind and conftant Friend I prove thee - Sinking in thy balmy Name, O, how I love my deareft Lamb. 2 Night C '33 1 i Night and Day I vent my Sighs, Languifhing to fee my Saviour : With warm Heart and wond'ring Eyes, I'd view my dying God for-ever : Here I always would abide ; O, this I choofe, and nought befide I 3 Like the widow'd Turtle-Dove, I, dear, lovely Man, adore thee , Pants my Soul quite faint with Love, Singing, " O my Love, reftore me " To thy Prefencc, fweet and free ; " O, how I long to be with thee I" 4 O'er the Hills I fee him come, Swift as darts the piercing Lightning, Scatters all my horrid Gloom ; All my Joys are quick and brightning Welcome, welcome, dearefl Lamb ; O, how his Prefence feeds my Flame ! 5 Praife mail my glad Lips employ, Praife fhall all my Pow'rs enliven, To the Fountain of my Joy, Jefits, Prince of Earth and Heaven : He is mine, and I am his ; O, he's my Glory and my Blifs ! LV. Make C *39 .1 LV. Make hajle, ray Beloved ; and be thou like to a Roe, or to a young Hart, upon the Mountains of Spices, Cant. viii. 14, 1 T\/j~Y Beloved ! hade away, JL ▼ -l Sick of Love, for thee I languifli ; Fails my Soul at thy Delay, Feels a dying Lover's Anguiih : Quickly, quickly, Jefus come, O make my Breaft thy native Home. 2, Ev'ry Moment feems an Age, 'Till thy Prefence fliall relieve me, 'Till thy Smiles my Woes afluage, And thine Abfence no more grieve me : Quickly, &c. 3 Great the Force and Power of Love, Whence fprings all my ftrong Defires j I, thy Prefence, Lord, to prove, Burn, confum'd, with inward Fires: Quickly, &c. 4 Honour, Wealth, and Eafe I fcorn, Trifles, by the World approv'd ^ To fuperior Joys Pm born, Cent'ring in my Well-belov'd : Quickly, &c. 5 O'er C 140 ] £ O'er the fpicy Mountains fly Hart and Roe, yea Winds out-ftripping ; Whilft thou tarry'ft, Love, I die, Sighing, longing, loving, weeping ; Quickly, quickly, J ejus come, make my Bread thy native Home. LVI. Who ogainji Hope believed in Hope, Rom. iv. 1 8. HEN I behold my bleeding God, Each Mountain feems a Plain ; But if I e'er forget his Blood, The Mountains rife again. 2 What means my inbred Senfe, fo rude, To war againit my Peace ? Or why mould Reafon bold intrude Upon a Saviour's Grace? 3 What tho* my Senfes loudly fay, 1 have nor Faith, nor Love ; Nor am I in the living Way That leads to Realms above ? 4 What if to increafe (till my Grief, It fummons Lull and Pride, Hardnefs of Heart, and Unbelief, And all my Ills befide : c And C ui 3 5 And, from the Whole, would witnefs this^ Thou art devoid of Grace ; How canfl thou hope, in Worlds of Blifs, To fee the Saviour's Face ? 6 To this, the Witnefs of my Lord, (Greater than all in me), Replies, in his unerring Word, The Saviour's Grace is free. 7 The Man who works not, but believes On him who juftifles Ungodly Souls, in Cbrift receives The Life that never dies. 8 Our Saviour full Atonement made, When for our Sins he dy'd ; And, when he left Death's gloomy Shade, Our Perfons juftify'd. 9 Who mall condemn ? 'twas Jefus dy'd ? 'Twas Jefus rofe again ; He with himfelf hath juftify'd The finful Sons of Men. i o In Hor^ of what in Chrifi I am, Rejoicing, I believe, Againft my hopelefs Guilt and Shame, And thus, by Faith, I live. lv ilk* C »4* 3 LVII. The World is crucified unto r me, and I unto the World, Gal. vi. 14. 1 TT'Arewel, vain World, from thcc I ccafc, JL Having furvey'd thee round ; Thy Honour, Wealth, thy Joy and Peace, I've now a Bubble found. % Thou haft difown'd and hated me, Whilft I to pleafe thee ftrove ; Now I difown and flee from thee, And from thy hated Love. 3 To me thy Rage, and cruel Hate, In infant Years began ; Nor did it in the leaft abate, When I grew up to Man. 4 Thro* Difappointments all my Days, I've been by thee oppreft : Yea, curs'd and crofs'd in all the Ways, Where other Men were bleft. 5 The Good I fought, was flill deny'd By thee, vain World, with Scorn, Until my Soul, in Anguifh cry'd, O Lord, why was I born ? 6 Then, [ '43 3 6 Then, lifting up my weeping Eye. I faw my Saviour fland, Array'd in glorious Majefty, The Balance in his Hand. • • 7 This World, and all its Glories high, He weigh' d with prudent Care,, A.gainft the lightefl Vanity, And found it lighter far. . 8 His Love-Defigns he made me know : Then that fictitious Dream, This World, with all the painted Show, Flew up and kick'd the Beam. 9 Now art thou crucify'd to me ; Yet Pve fuftain'd no Lofs : And I am crucify'd to thee, Thanks to my Saviour's Crofs ! io No more deluded by thy Smiles, Nor crufh'd beneath thy Frown ; My Jefus blafls thy Cobweb Wiles, And gives the glorious Crown. LVIIL the [ 144 } LVIII. The Lord himfelf Jhall give you a Sign, behold, a Virgin Jhall conceive and bear a Son, Ifa. vii. 14. 1 ^ \ 7"E celebrate the Praife to Day, VV Of Godhead manifeft in Clay, And of a Woman born ! The promis'd Son to us is giv'n, The Glories of indulgent Heav'n, Our Nature doth adorn. 2 Let it be told to diflant Lands, How foftly wrapp'd in Swaddling-Bandg, And in a Manger laid, Was he, whom we with Joy confefs, The glorious Lord, our Righteousness ! Born of the favour'd Maid. 3 Long did the Saints with Ardour figh To fee his Day, and thus did cry, Deft re of Nations come : More blefh are we who fee and prove The Fulnefs of the Father's Love, Born from the Virgin's Womb ! 4 The Lord himfelf hath giv'n the Sign Of richeft Grace, and love divine, Promis'd of old to Man ; How that a Virgin Jhoidd conceive : The wond'rous Tidings we believe, And praife her firfl-born Son. 5 We [ H5 1 5 We join with Angel-Hofts to cry, Glory to God, to God on high ; Peace on rebellious Earth : To Man Good-will abounds from Heav'n ; The Proof of all is richly giv'n In this myfterious Birth ! 6 What Things are thefe which Angels fay ? A Saviour born ! yea, born to Day, In David's native Town : A Saviour, who is Chrift the Lord ; For fo declares the heavenly Word ; Hear, wonder, and bow down ! 7 The Wonderful, the holy Child, . The everlafting father ftil'd, The mighty God art thou ; The Counfellor, the Prince of Peace, Whofe glorious Kingdom ne'er mall ceafe, Nor Wars, nor Tumults know. 8 The Cloud on our Nativity Difpels in this thy Myftery, Thou holy, undenTd : Our fmful Nature's born again In this thy Birth, without a Stain, And can no more be fpoii'd. LIX. We [ I4« 1 LIX. We/hall be like him, for we fhall fee him as he is, i John iii. 2. 1 T) Y Grace we know, to us it's clear, JLJ When Chrijl, our Saviour, fhall appear, We fhall be like him, O what Blifs ! For we fhall fee him as he is. 2 When as he is we him defcry, In Spirit's Light and Myftery ; Unnumber'd Beauties in him fhine, Beauties of God and Man divine ; 3 Beauties of Holinefs and Grace, Adorn our Saviour's lovely Face ; Eternal Truth and Righteoufnefs Doth he in Purity poffefs. 4 When as he is we him do fee, From ev'ry Spot and Wrinkle free : How glorious is the worthy Lamb ! How venerable is his Name ! 5 But, O what glorious Grace is this ! That when we fee him as he is, We fee ourfelves, and are affur'd That we are like our dearefl Lord. 6 As C U7 ] (5 As we his myftic Fulnefs are, He gives us each a Member's Share In all his Grace : The favour'd Bride Is with his Likenefs fatisfy'd. y Jefus, enough, we're as thou art ! With this great Truth we ne'er will part; Each Member here is as the Head, Each as its Lord is perfected. 8 But yet, as Cryflals pure tranfmit Their Lufire whence they borrow it : From thee, O Chri/i, we all receive $ To thee we all the Glory give. 9 What yet (hall glorioufiy advance Our Joys, is thy Pre-eminence ; 'Tis Heav'n to fee thee wear the Crown. And proftrate at thy Feet fall down. LX. Wherefore God hath highly exalted him, and given him a Name above every Name, Phil. ii. g 10, II. i TESUS, thou higheft, lovelieft Name J Of all on Earth or Heav'n, The bleft Reward of all thy Shame, By thy great Father giv'n. a Be- C MS ] 1 Bccaufe thou didfl thy Heavens bow, Thy People's ancient Suit ; Cam'fl down in Servant's Form, fo low, As Lofs of all Repute. 3 In Fafhion as that fallen Race, Whofe Offspring are but Grafs, Thou took'fl the meaneft fervile Place In all their lowed Clafs : 4 Becam'fl obedient unto Death, Nor could'fl, nor would'ft thou flee ; But humbly didfl refign thy Breath Upon the fhameful Tree ! 5 Therefore hath God exalted thee, And fet thee up on high ; Where thou fhalt prais'd and wormipp'd be To all Eternity, 6 Lo ! cv'ry Knee to thee fhall bow, Whether they flood or fell ; In Heav'n above, or Earth below, And in eternal Hell. 7 All fhall thy Grace or Fury prove ; Thy Kingdom all fhall own : Man fhall be happy in thy Love ; Let Safari dread thy Frown. ft Thus 8 Thus ev'ry Tongue, conftrain'd by Grace, Or Power, mall confefs The Lord, with a confufed Face, Or, th' Lord their Righte^oufnefs. 9 Herein the Father's glorify'd, That thou art Lord of all ; Whilft Men and Angel's fwelling Pride Before thy Feet fhall fall. LXI. Precious in the Sight of the Lord is the Death of his Saints, Pf. cxvi. 15. 1 T\/TOST precious, in our Saviour's Sight, JL\A Are all his Saints unnotie'd Death ! He bears them to eternal Light, When they refign their mortal Breath, 2 Precious the Soul by him redeem'd ; From threat'ning Evils fnatch'd away, Precious their Duft, by him efteem'd, He'll raife it at the latter Day. 3 Free from this World's unnumber'd Cares, From Satan's Rage, and human Spite, From Sin's Diftrefs, and gloomy Fears \ How precious this in Jefu f & Sight ! U 4 From [ '5° •] 4 From all their Labours now they reft ; Their weary Souls, with Joy and Peace, Leans on their faithful Abra'm's Bread, Where all the wicked Troublers ceafc. 5 All this, and more, our Brother proves ; Now he the Son of Man can fee - 9 He fees, he feels, he joys, he loves, And all from Intermifhon free. 6 No more, as darkly thro' a Glafs, His Eye-fight purg'd by Jefu's Blood, Now clearly fees IrmnanueFs Face, The bright, unclouded Face of God ! 7 Whilft here below, he knew, in part, That deep, that boundlcfs, heav'nly Theme \ The Pow'r of Jefu's Blood and Smart, Completely cleanfing us in him. 8 Feeling his Heart and Flefh decay, He languifhed beneath thine Hand, In patient Longings for the Day, When he fhould fee Immanuel's Land. 9 Now is the perfect Day his own ; No darkning Vail remains between j He knows the Lord as he is known, And fees his Myfl'ry as he's feen. LXII. If C 15* ] LXIL If Chrifl be not rifen, then is our Preaching vain, and your Faith vain, 1 Cor.xv. 14. The Lord is rifen indeed, Luke xxiv. 34. ^R glorious Lord is ris'n indeed ! Death, conquer'd, loll its Prize ; The Grave furrender'd hirfi with Speedy When he affay'd to rife. 2 In vain the Soldiers watch his Tomb, When heav'nly Forms appear ; The Roman Eagle's overcome, The Soldiers die with Fear. 3 An Angel's Form before them flood ; His Face like Lightning fhone ; Commiffion'd from the Father, God 3 To roll away the Stone. 4 Up rofe the Saviour from the Dead ! Down all Oppofers fell : Satan in Chains of Triumph led, Trampling on Death and Hell. 5 To banifh his Difciples Fears, He prov'd himfelf alive, By all his Wounds and bloody Scars ; Then did their Hearts revive. 6 With [ '5* 3 6 With them, will wc our Lord adore \ For them, and us he dy'd : He lives, he lives, and dies no more ! Hence we are juftify'd. 7 Nor is our Faith, nor Preaching, vain \ Nor in our Sins are we ; Since Chrift 9 our Head, is ris'n again \ And, nfing, fet us free. 8 Who fhall condemn ? lo ! Jefus dy'd, Yea, rather lives for us ; He with himfelf hath crucify'd Our Sins upon the Crofs. 9 Hail, rifen Saviour ! thee we hail, Whoj by Alnvghty Pow'r, Did ft over Death and Hell prevail - y We blefs the glorious Hour. io High on thy Father David's Throne, For-ever live and reign ; 'Till by thine own right Hand alone, Thy ev'ry Foe be flain. LXIIL F$r C l s$ ] LXIIL For the Law was given by Mofcs ; but Grace and Truth came by Jefus Chrift, John i. 17. 1 Tfc /|" S E S, he gave the fi'ry Law, JlV JL Which brought no Strength, nor Pow'r to draw ; But the chief End for which it came, Was to accufe, and to condemn ; That Man might die to all his boafted Good, Defpair of Life 'till brought to Jefu's Blood* 2 By Jefus, a diviner Name, Eternal Grace, in Juflice, came ; The Grace giv'n us in Chrift, our Head, Ere Time commene'd, or Worlds were made: In all th' Extent of Truth to be reveal'd, Jefus ador'd ! and human Nature heaPd, 3 What Grace appear'd in Jefu\ Birth, In all his humbled Life on Earth ! What Grace in all his Torments great ! His Wounds, his Death, and bloody Sweat v All witnefling his Love, the Love of God ! Pardon, and Peace, to finful Man by Blood. 4 Grace! O how charming is the Sound! Of us, who fought him not, he's found: Unaik'd, God did his Son reveal In us ; nor did that Love conceal* Which C *54 ] Which wrought for us, upon the bloody Tree, Salvation, everlafting, full, and free. 5 Fulnefs of Grace to Chrijl is giv'n \ In him is all the Fund of Heav'n : For us each Talent he improves ; He dy'd and lives, the Man he loves ; He fays, Whene'er our Emptinefs we view, Sufficient is my Grace and Truth for you. 6 How rich the Grace that plans our Ways ! And crowns with Bleflings all our Days i What tho 5 , in this our Pilgrimage,. We feel both Man and Satan's Rage ? All thofe Things work together for our Good ; Such is the Grace that came by Jefu , s, Bloodr 7 Lord Jefus Chrift^ we bleft thy Name ; By thee our great Salvation came : Thy Streams of Grace and Truth mall flow On us, this barren Defart, thro' : Thro' this dark World, our Wants are well fupply'd ; Nor lhall we fail, for Jefus is our Guide. LXIV. And C *S5 3 LXIV. And a Man Jhall be as a Hiding-Place from the Wind 9 and a Covert from the Tempejl ; as Ri- vers of Waters in a dry Place ; as the Shadow of a great Rock in a weary Land, Ifa. xxxii. 2. Chrifi ! O Love divine ! How wonderful art thou ! What heavenly Beauties in thee mine ! What Mercies from thee flow ! 2 Lo ! thou art all we need, To make us truly bled ; Thy Worfhippers are all agreed, Thou art the Sinner's Reft, 3 When blows the ft or my Wind, The Rage of Man or Hell, A Hiding-Place in thee we find, Shelter'd in Peace we dwell. 4 When Satan, Sin, and Law, Do fiercely all unite ; Moil fearfully on us to draw A dark, tempeftuous Night, 5 When Thunders roar aloud Thro' the diftemper'd Sky ; Like Lightnings from the fulph'rous Cloud, When dreadful Curfes fly. 6 Dc- C ^ 3 6* Defpairing, guilty Fears, In fiery Tempefts roll, And when the fecond Death appears To fright the trembling Soul. 7 By Faith in thee, made bold, We fmile when Tempefts fall ; Thou art the Man, promis'd of old, To cover us from all. LXV. The fame, i *T"TT"HILST we are marching thro' VV This Land, with Drought accurs'd. Rivers of living Waters flow, In thee, to quench our Thirft. % This World's a weary Land ; By Sin, a Defart made : 'Tis all around a burning Strand ; Has no refrefhing Shade. 3 But thou'rt our mighty Rock ; Thy Shadow very great ! Where all thy weary Pilgrim-Flock Find a divine Retreat. 4 Tho* [ *57 J 4 Tho* once with Sin opprefs'd, From which no Part was free ; Our Grievances arc now redrefs'd, Dear, glorious Man, in thee. 5 In thee we now have found What'er we loft, and more ; We fee thy Grace much more abound, Than Sin had done before. 6 Thy Praife be our Employ ; Thy Glories ever fhine : All our Salvation, Hope, and Joy, Art thou, O Man divine ! LXVI. As the Apple-Tree is among the Trees of the Wood, fo is my beloved among the Sons, Cant. ii. 3. 1 "TXT HEN all the Virtues of the Wood, W- Impartially we trace ; The Apple-Tree, as rare, and good, Firft claims the highefl Place : Beauteous, and rare, it ftands admir'd, Amongfl a thoufand Trees ; Its Fragrance, Fruit, and Shade deuVd, To quicken, feed, and pleafe. W ' 2 Jufl C '5* ] 4 Juft fo, excelling Heav'n and Earth, Is my Beloved feen Amongft the Sons of royal Birth, The Sons of God or Men -> Above them all he ftands alone, Pre-eminent and rare ; The Father's firft begotten Son, None may with him compare. 3 He as the Man of God's right Hand, Is all Perfection feen ; Whilft Angels charg'd with Folly (land, And Heav'n's declar'd unclean. When blafled ev'ry Tree befide, Still he affords a Shade ; A fafe Afylum for his Bride, Which Love eternal made. 4 His fragrant Name our Hearts mall cheer, As Ointments poured forth ; More than the Names which Angels bear, Or Men of higheft Worth. Unfav'ry all the Sons we prove, Their Worth no more can fee ; The Fragrance of eternal Love Comes forth, dear Lamb, from thee. 5 Thy Fruits, thy Wifdom, Love, and Pow'r, Are perfect evermore ; Whillt all befide are green and four, Or rotten at the Core. Live [ l 59 ] Live thou, of all the Sons admired, As th' only juft and Good ; As ftands the Apple-Tree defir'd, In the unfruitful Wood. LXVIL For the invijible Things of him from the Creation of the World are clearly feen^ being underjlood by the Things that are tnade, even his eternal Power and Godhead , Rorn. i. 2,0. E TERNAL Excellence! Thy Worms would fain declare^ In the divinefl Senfe, How thou art hcav'nly fair : O Prince, Mejfiah, thou art feen The fairefl of the Sons of Men, jfefus, thy Beauties mine Bright, infinitely bright 5 Both Human and Divine, In thee, O Lamb, unite ! Whate'er in Heav'n or Earth we fee^ As beautiful, are Types of thee. The Son, the Moon, the Stars 3 With all the Thrones above. Thine Excellence declares, Thy Beauty, Pow*r, and Love : All Worlds before thy Throne wc fee., A Sea of Glafs reflecting thee. 4 Maa [ 160 ] 4 Man in his firfl Eftate, Mofl wonderfully form'd, With Beauty's Pow'rs replete, With Holinefs adorn'd, From ev'ry Spot and Blemifh free. Was but a Figure, Lord, of thee, 5 As Blood of Goats, and Lambs, Is to thy Blood divine, Or, as their Altar-Flames, Dear Jefus are to thine j So Adam's Purity appears, To thee no more Proportion bears. 6 Lo ! here Self-Int'reft fails, Man's Haughtinefs finks low \ Thy Beauty, Lord, prevails ; We at thy Footftool bow : Thou know'fl our Heart, we need no more, Our Heav'n's to worfhip, love, adore. i LXVIII. Who was delivered for our Offences, and was raifed again for our Jujiification, Rom. iv. 25. 1 TESUS, thy Name we praife ! J To thee our Songs we raife : Hail ! holy Lamb ; Thou haft redeem'd us, Greatly efteem'd us, Witnefs thy Sacrifice, Torment and Shame. % When C 161 ] 2 When we were loft in Sin, Unholy and unclean, Unmeet for God : Wond'rous Redemption i Glorious Exemption Now, and for-ever, from Hell, by thy Blood ! 3 When thou didft Man become, Our State thou didft aftume, Thou waft made Sin \ All our Uncleannefs Spiritual Leannefs, Luft, Pride, and Enmity thou didft take in. 4 Thou waft made Man, with all His Mis'ries by the Fail ; Faithful to God ; Greatly enduring All the Out-pouring Of infinite Punifhment, fufPring to Blood. 5 ' Humbling thyfelf to Death, Thou didft reftgn thy Breath, Tortur'd with Pain : God had declared Man once enfnared Surely fhould ciie the Death ; this was Sin's Gain. 6 Here [ i6a 3 6 Here was our Sin deftroy'd ; Our Enemies annoy'd, When Jefus dy'd Sighing, and groaning, Bleeding, atoning,' Sin was condemned and flain in his Side. 7 When the third Morn was comp, Then didft thou leave the Tomb \ Ceas'd all thy Woes \ Bravely victorious, Heavenly glorious, Openly triumphing over thy Foes. 8 Lo \ hence our Joys begin, We fee thee, without Sin, Holy and bright ; juftification, Per feci: Salvation, Thy RefurrecYion for Man brought to Light. 9 *Twas then the Father fpake, His awful Silence brake, Thou art my Son, Holy for-ever, Worthy my Favour, Only begotten, come fit on my Throne. 10 Hail ! Son of Mary, hail ! Our Songs fhall never fail Whilft Grace doth fhine : Deep L ^3 ] Deep Adoration Thy Congregation Ever (hall pay thee, thou Saviour divine. LXIX. Te that defire to be under the Law, do ye not hear the Law f Gal. iv. 25. Chrifl is the End of the Law for Righteoufnefs t§ every one that believeth, Rom. x. 4. 1 A LL you who make the Law your Choice, j\ Attend and hear its dreadful Voice, The Voice of Words, on Sinai heard, That Voice which Ifr'el greatly fear'd ; So fear'd as humbly to implore That they might hear its Sound no more. 2 Lightnings, with horrid Glare were ieen, Tremendous Thunders roar'd between ; Darknefs, with Flames encircled round : The Trump of God, its awful Sound, Louder, and louder rent the Air, And fmote their Hearts with deep Defpair. 3 The trembling Multitude, they heard All that the Voice of Words declar'd ; The Darknefs, Fire, and Smoke they faw, The dreadful Pomp of Mofes 9 Law, Who, whilft the Mountains bafe did make, Mod terribly did fear and quake. 4 I am C 164 ] 4 I am the Lord, thy God, fays he ; Nor malt thou worfhip ought but me : Nor to thyfelf malt thou e'er make An Image, nor the Likenefs take Of ought in Heav'n, or Earth below, With Rev'rence unto it to bow. 5 Thou malt not take my Name in vain, Left thou incur the guilty Stain : Remember keep the Sabbath-Day, Thou (halt not work, nor idly play : To Parents thou ihalt Honour give, If in the Land thou long wouldfl live, 6 Murder, never ihalt thou do it : Nor vile Adultery commit : Thou malt not (leal : (my Statutes hear) Nor Witnefs falfely ihalt thou bear : Thou malt not covet, lufling in What is thy Neighbours ; this is Sin. 7 Nor only keep from Sin thine Hands ; A Word, Defire, or Look offends ; A Moment's Luft, the fmalleft Flaw, So fully breaks my holy Law, Tho' it be but in Heart conceiv'd, As ne'er by thee can be retriev'd. 8 Holy and juft are God's Commands ; Wo to the Man who e'er offends In one fmall Point, he on him draws The Curfe of all the broken Laws j All All join in one to damn the Wretch, "Who's guilty of the fmallefl Breach. 9 In awful Truth hath God declar'd, The Sinner never can be fpar'd ; On his own Head fhall be his Blood, Who trefpaifes againfl his God : The Soul that finneth, it fhall die, Here and in Hell eternally. i o Nor can they for their Sin atone j Their Sacrifices he'll have none ; Nor will their Pray'rs nor Tears accept, Becaufe his Laws they have not kept : Thus for their Sin, e'en for the firil, They're irrevokably accurs'd. 1 1 The Law is holy, juft, and true, And what it fpeaks, it fpeaks to you Who to be under it defire, And eagerly thereby afpire To everlafting Life and Blifs, Thro' Works of your own Righteoufnefs. 12 But if the Gofpel-Sound you'll choofe, Nor him that fpeaks from Heav'n refufe, Prepare to hear the Tidings good, Proclaim'd to Man by jfefu's Blood ; Adminiftred with Glory, more Than Sinai's Law which went before. 13 No dreadful Thunders roaring here, Nor Halting Lightnings, caufmg Fear j X Nor [ '66 ] Nor Earthquake, Darknefs, Smoak, nor Flame, Nor dreadful Voice when Jefus came : But all was glorious, calm, ferene, When God came down to dwell with Men. 14 From Heav'n the flaming Cherubs came, And fung on Earth with Tongues of Flame, Tidings of endlefs Joy to all The Sons of Adam great and fmall ; How that blefs'd Morn was born a Child, By whom the Law mould be fulfill' d. 15 Under the Law, of Woman made, And, as of all his Church, the Head ; Perfect Obedience unto Blood, To yield the Law engag'd he flood ; And all its Breaches to repair, By tailing Death, Hell, and Defpair. 16 Divinely born, this wond'rous Child Was holy, harmlefs, undefiTd ! The Law he perfectly obey'd, In Action, Word, nor Thought, e'er flray'd - y But in the Law was his Delight, By doing good both Day and Night. 17 He knew no Sin, was free from Guile, Nor could the Tempter him defile : One God he ferv'd in Righteoufnefs : Nor bow'd to Creature-Likeneffes : His I 167 ] His Name in vain he never took : Nor holy Sabbath ever broke. 1 S Honour to Parents he did give ; Nor ceas'd, whilft he on Earth did live : Quite free from Murder and Debate, Nor did his Soul his Brother hate : His Nature loath'd adult'rous Fire, Nor ever felt a bafe Defire. 19 He did not ileal with Heart, nor Hand : Nor bearing Witnefs, falfely ftand : No Evil of his Neighbour fpake, Nor coveted with Luft to take Whatever was his Neighbour's Right, 'Twas always hateful in his Sight, 20 But God, with all his Heart, he IovM : This his whole Life and Practice prov'd : Next as himfelf, yea far above Himfelf he doth his Neighbour love. Does unto all Men what he would That they, in all their Doings, mould. 21 The Law, thus pleas'd, demands, at laft. Atonement for the Sin that's paft : He undertook the Breach to heal, Our Sin, our Curfe, our Hell, to feel : The full Extent of Punimment, For all that's Sin, he underwent. 22 All [ i68 ] 22 All Chaftifements by him were borne, Wounds, Blood, and Bruifes him adorn ; His Nerves all broken ; gloomy Fears Rufh on him ; Blood, and Sweat, and Tears, Moifl'ning the burning Sacrifice, Gratefully fmoaking to the Skies. a 3 Death-Pangs, with all the Pains of Hell, In dreadful Storms upon him fell : Nor may the finite Mind conceive ; Nor dare the Infidel believe What unknown Torments Jefus felt ; What Flames of Soul-devouring Guilt. 24 With unregarded Groans and Cries, Convulfive Struggles, dying Sighs ; In Character of Sinners loft, He fainting, yielded up the Ghoft : Death took him Pris'ner, him dctain'd, Whilft the lead Charge of Sin remain'd. 25 His holy Life, his Death and Smart - 9 Tormented Soul, and broken Heart ; The holy Law, more magnify 'd Than if a thoufand Worlds had dy'd : O Love ! in him the glor'ous God, Redeems his Church with his own Blood. 4 26 O glorious Truth, with Jefus one ! To all he is, and all that's done By him, we've an undoubted Right, There holy in the Father's Sight : Myfterious [ i6 9 ] • Myfterious Union ! there is known His Perfon, Life, and Death our own. 27 Then, O my Soul, no longer fear Old Sinai's Thunders ; joyful hear The Voice of Love, the Love of God, The Voice of Jefu's richeft Blood : Tho' thou, poor Soul, had nought to give, The Blood of J ejus bids thee live. 28 Live ; lo ! he gives his All to thee : Live now from Condemnation free ; Live, fmce thou haft in Jefus dy'd ; Live, Juftice now is fatisfy'd : For-ever live, he lives again ; To all he is, urge frill thy Claim. 29 O Lamb, whoe'er in thee believes, The Witnefs of the Truth receives : How thou, our Chrift, our Joy, our Blifs, Art the full End for Righteoufnefs, Of ev'ry Law : (O glorious Grace !) To guilty Adam's Sinner Race. 30 Hail, Saviour of the Body, hail ! O'er all our Foes didfl thou prevail ; For-ever wear the glorious Wreath Of Vi&'ry over Hell and Death : We fee, with Joy divinely fweet, All conquer'd at thy bleeding Feet. Compos'd [ *7° ] L£X. Compos'd for the General Fast, in the Year *757- Can the Children of the Bride-Chambr faft, while the Bridegroom is with them f As long as they have the Bridegroom with them, they cannot faft : Bid the Days will come when the Bridegroom jhall be taken away from them, and thenjhall they J aft, Mark ii. 19, 20- 1 TWT O W doth the Truth appear, X% Our dear prophetic Lord, Of what thou didft declare In thine unerring Word ; The awful Signs, by thee foretold, Of thine Approach, we now behold. 2 Nations are in Diflrefs, Striving, by Force and Fraud, Each other to opprefs ; Yet their own Ways applaud : In divers Places Earthquakes are, Mens Hearts are failing them for Fear. 3 The Gods of Earth, their Jars Occafions fierce Debate ; Contefts and bloody Wars Proclaim their mut'al Hate 5 Whilft I '7* ] Whilft mutt'ring Rumour now declares, How all the World for War prepares. 4 Redeemer, thou wilt come, (Thofe Signs point out thy Way) To bring thy Children Home, We wait the glor'ous Day : 'Till then we calmly reft in thee, From Dread of each ill-boding free. 5 We praife thee, deareft Lord ; Nor will we hopelefs grieve ; Inftru&ed by thy Word, Rejoicing we believe. That all Things work, thro' Jefu's Blood, Now, and for-ever for our Good, 6 Our deareft Bridegroom lives ! And all our Need fupplies } Himfelf our Food he gives, Eat, my Belov'd, he cries : His Love is our divine Repaft ! O ! how then can his Children faft. 7 If thou art tak'n away, Lo ! then thy Children faft : But if thou with us ftay, We've a contin'al Feaft : All other Food our Souls defpife, But thee, our Lamb and Sacrifice. 8 We'll [ *7 2 ] _ 8 We'll faft from all but thee ; Thy Flefh is Meat indeed ; To drink thy Blood we're free : On this alone we feed ! Pleas'd with this Food, molt holy Lamb, We eat and drink, and blefs thy Name. LXXI. What is thy Beloved more than another Beloved, thou fair eft among Women f Cant. v. 9. 1 I "\Aughters of jerufalem, ' JL/ If you find my well-belov'd, Strongly reprefent my Flame ; Tell him how my Heart is mov'd ; Sick of Love, I, panting, lie : O ! bid him hafte, or elie I die. a What is this Belov'd of thine, O thou faireft among Women ? What Perfections in him mine ? Say why thou conclud'fl there's no Man Beautiful and true as he ? O ! why this folemn Charge from thee. 3 My Belov'd is white as Snow, Ruddy as the new-blown Rofes j Th' White his Deity doth fliow, Th' Red his human Form fuppofes ; From [ l 73 1 From each Spot and Blemifh free, O chief among ten Thoufand he ! 4 His Head is as the finefl Gold, His bufhy Locks black as a Raven ; His Worth and Wifdom ftill untold In our Songs, here, or in Heav'n : Once with Thorns, crown' d now with Pow'r ; O he's the Man whom I adore ! 5 His Eyes are as the Eyes of Doves, Innocent, chafte, ftrong, and piercing, Darting on me richefl Loves ; His Heart's Language ftill rehearfing j Their Omnifcience guards my Ways ; O how attracting are his Eyes ! 6 His Cheeks are as the fpicy Bed, Sweeter than the fweetefl Flowers, Of a lovely crimfon Red ; Perfect Beauties, flrongeft Powers, Clufl'ring in his Face are feen : O faired of the Sons of Men ! 7 His Lips, like Lilies, kindly give Words as Myrrh, moft fweetly fmelling ; Words, whereon his Children live, Angel's Harmony excelling ; When Love's Silence firft he brake, O Heav'n was in the Word he fpake I 3 His Legs, as Marble Pillars, ftand On fine Gold, of long Duration, Y Shews [ '74 ] Shews his Strength and high Command : Man in God, the fure Foundation ; Bears eternal Government ; O in his Love is true Content ! 9 His Count'nance more glorious is Than Lebanon's tailed Cedar ; Majcflic more than all its Trees, 'Mongft all Beauties he's the Leader ; The Creation is too low, O my Belov'd, thy Worth to mow ! 10 O how beauteous is his Mouth ! Swecteft Heav'n is in his Kifles ; Always fpeaking Words of Truth, Promifing ten thoufand BliiTes ; I, his gracious Words believe : O he ne'er will nor can deceive ! 1 1 He's beyond Defcription fair, Sweet, and lovely all together ; All Relations in him are, Bridegroom, Brother, Hufband, Father, Wonderful this Man divine ! O all Perfections in him ihine ! 12 O! ye Daughters, this is he, This my Friend, and well-belov'd j Could you but his Glory fee, Soon my Choice would be approv'd ; Won, like me, by conq'ring Love, O ye my Flame would quickly prove. LXXII. On: C 175 ] LXXII. One Thing have I defired of the Lord, that will I feek alfo, that I may dwell in the Houfe of the Lord all the Days of my Life, to behold the Beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in his "Tem- ple, Pf. xxvii. 4. 1 ^T TArious the Obje&s Man defires ? V Whilft he to Happinefs aipires 5 Each longing Senfe, would be poffeft Of what moft fuits his childifh Tafte ; There feeking lafting Peace, and folid Joy, And heav'nly Sweets, which ne'er will fade nor cloy. 2 Of thee, my fov'reign Lord and King, My longing Soul defires one Thing : I in thine Houfe would ever dwell 9 Thy Goodnefs, O my God, to tell ; There to behold, with Joy, thy beauteous Face, Inquiring at thy Oracles of Grace. 3 This have I long denVd of thee, Thy Beauties in thine Houfe to fee ; One Day, my God, is better there, Than arc a thoufand Days elfe where : For, O ! thy holy Temple is the Place Where thou unvcil'ft thy Beauty and thy Grace; 4 Thy [ 176 ] 4 Thy Body, Lamb, once bath'd in Blood, That Temple is, that Houfe of God ; Where all the Church, in Myftery, As living Stones are built in thee ; To which, by Faith, we all repair, and tell How God is pleas'd in it, in us to dwell. 5 Thy Minifters, as Flames of Fire, Attending with intenfe Defire ; Thy Servants round thy Table fet, Spread with divine, with heav'nly Meat : Apparel'd in the Spirit, and the Word, Here dwell for-ever in thy Temple, Lord. 6 Brighter than all, O Morning- Star ! Thou fhin'fl with Rays refplendent here 5 Brighter than Solomon of old E'er (hone in Wifdom, Pow'r, or Gold : Extafy'd more thy Saints than Sbeba's Queen, When thofe the Beauties of thine Houfe are feen. LXXIII. Compos'd for the General Fast, in the Year From Ifa. v. 8. 1 /^RY aloud, is the Command ; \^A Spare not, be bold and free ; Trumpet thro' a guilty Land, How they have err'd from me ; 'Till C w ] 'Till their Sinfulnefs of Heart, And Practice, is to them declar'd ; J ejus only can avert The Judgments that's prepar'd. 2 Yet they daily feek my Face, With much profefs'd Delight ; As a Nation rich in Grace, And righteous in his Sight ; Truth and Juflice they would have, Seem pleas'd in their Approach to God y Jefus only can us fave, By his own precious Blood. 3 Wherefore do we fail, fay they. Yet thou doft not regard ? Wherefore fan&ify a Day, And yet thou haft not heard ? 'Caufe herein you Pleafure find, As fuch who merit future Blifs : Jefus only was defign'd To be our Righteoufnefs. 4 Lo ! ye faft for foul Debate, With wicked Fift to fmite ; Still retaining Strife and Hate, Nor ceafe from cruel Spite : Ye (hall not faft, on this Day, To make your Voice be heard on high : Jefus only is the Way, If you'll to God draw nigh. 5 Have [ 178 ] 5 Have I chofc fuch Fafts as thefe, Or ever this allow'd That your Troubles me appeafe, Tho' like a Bull-rufh bow'd ? Yet wilt thou call this a Faft, A Day accepted of your God ? Jefus is our Firfl and Laft, The Sum of all our Good, LXXIV. The fame. 1 nfTHIS is the Faft, which I will choofc, 1 The Burdens to undo ; The Bands of Wickednefs to loofe, And let the Pris'ner go : Let fuch who are oppreft be freed. Break ev'ry Yoke in twain, Gladly fupply the Brethren's Need, And thus allay their Pain : 2 To hungry Souls to deal thy Bread, Nor thrufl them from thy Door, But in thine Houfe a Table fpread, For all the caft-out Poor : To all the Naked Cov'ring give, Their drooping Hearts refrefh ; Nor hide thyfelf, whilfl thou doll live, From thofe who' re thine own Flefh. 3 At- [ i79 3 3 Attentive to the heav'nly Word We ftand convi&ed deep, That we ourfelves, before the Lord, This Faft can never keep : But up we look unto our Head, J ejus the Faft hath kept ; And us in him, thro' all he did. The Father doth accept. 4 He kept the Faft, which God did choofe \ Our Burdens did undo \ Our Bands of Wickednds did loofe, And let us Prisoners go : From Sin's Oppreffion us he freed, Brake ev'ry Yoke in twain, Gladly fupply'd his Brethren's Need, And fav'd us from Hell's Pain. 5 To us he deals the living Bread, Nor thrufts us from his Door ; But to his Houfe, and Table fpread, He brings us caft-out Poor : Cloath'd with the Labours of his Crofs, He did our Hearts refrefh ; Nor did he hide himfelf from us, But calls us his own Flefh. € Hail, Alpha and Omega , hail ! All hail, thou firft and laft ! O'er all our Foes we fhall prevail, For thou haft kept the Faft : Com- [ i8o ] Complete in thee, our dearcft Lord, Thy Works as ours are known : We now, encourag'd by thy Word, Conclude thy Fad's our own. LXXV. An Imitation of a French Sonnet. For in thy Sight Jhall no Man living be juftified, Pf. cxliii. 2. But the Scripture hath concluded all under Sin 9 that the Fromifc, by Faith, of J ejus Chrifl, might he given to them that believe, Gal. hi. 22. 1 ^1 REAT God ! thy Judgments, all are fill'd vJ With Equity and Mercy mild ; Great Pleafure doft thou take To be propitious unto Man, To pardon- where thy Mercies can, And for thy own Name's fake. 2 But I have fo much Evil done, That if thou judge me as I've run The Paths of Vice \ I'm fure Thy Goodnefs cannot pardon me, Without apparent Injury Done to thy Juftice pure. 3 Indeed, my God, if thou fhould'ft try My Greatnefs of Impiety, It leaves nought in thy Pow'r, But C 181 ] But my Damnation foon to choofc, On me to let thy Terrors loofe, On me thy Wrath to fhow'r. 4 Thine Int'reft, Lord, oppofes me ; Nor Happinefs will let me fee, Becaufe thou holy art : Thy Clemency, itfelf, waits now For my Deftruction, waits, whilfl thou With Hell transfix my Heart. 5 Since, for thy Glory, I muft die, On me, my God, then fatisfy Thy holy, juft Defire : At thefe my Tears, which plent'ous flow, Be thou offended highly now, And blaft me with thy Fire. 6 Thunder and Fury on me fall ; 'Tis juft, as War for War doth call : When perifhing, I'll fay, There's nought unjuft hath taken Place $ Tho' from the Footftool of thy Grace Thou fpurnedft me away. 7 But, Lord, hear what I have to plead, Befide my late Confeflion made Of Evil I have done ; What Part of me now wilt thou wound ? Where am I penetrable found, Not armed with thy Son ? 8 The C '82 ] 8 The Blood of Jefus covers all ! O ! where then can thy Fury fall ? Sure not upon my Heart ? Then let thy flaming Eyes, my God, Find what's not cover'd with his Blood, And fur'ous fmite that Part. LXXVI. Te are God's Building, 1 Cor. iii. 9. Builded together for an Habitation of God, through the Spirit, Eph. ii. 22. 1 ' 1 ^ r E are God's Building, (is the Word) X. Rais'd for the Glory of the Lord, Where he delights to dwell : In Jefus, rais'd by his own Hand, This Building ever mall withftand The hoftile Gates of Hell. 2 As fkilful Builders always care Proper Materials to prepare, 'Needful for Strength and Grace 5 So did he choofe us in our Head, Ere Time commene'd, or Worlds were made, To build his Dwelling-Place. # 3 Such no untemper'd Mortar ufe, But juftly will the fame refute For what's more excellent ; All [ *8 3 3 All human Daubings God defpis'd ; When he his noble Building rais'd, Ckrift was the ftrong Cement, 4 Would you the flately Pile furvey, Its Beauty, Strength and Harmony ? Then Chrift Immanuel fee I Where all Perfections in him meet, There is the Building feen complete, The Sum of all is He. LXXVIL The fame. i HP 1 H E Builder, whom true Wifdom fways, 1 Firft, the Foundation deeply lays ; Prepared againfl each Shock : Our Builder, fure of his own Plan, Founded us deeply in the Man, On God, th* eternal Rock. 2 Chrift is that precious Comer-Stone, Which all his Church is built upon ; Nor can it ever fall : The Prophets, and Apoftles too, * Other Foundation never knew Than Jefus^ Lord of all. 3 Chrift, in this Building is the Door ; And always open to the Poor, Who would approach their God : Nor, Nor, tho' they're naked, need they fear ; For Chrlji is yea ; boldly draw near, And plead redeeming Blood. 4 As Windows, rang'd, admit the Light To chafe the Horrors of the Night, Enlightning every Part : So, in our Saviour's lovely Face, The Godhead fhines in Love and Grace, To cheer the human Heart. 5 The Stone the Builders did refufe, Which human Wifdom ne'er will choofc, Is here the Head-ftorte feen : Brought forth with Joy to make all fafl j Chrift is the firft Stone and the laft ; The Church is fafe between. 6 The fpacious Roof, extended wide, Lock'd in fecure on ev'ry Side, Braves all the Storms that fall : Chriji is that Cov'ring, fuited well, To fhelter Man from Storms of Hell ; O Chrift ! thou art our All. LXXVIII. The fame. i X^T THEN Elements and Time will fade, W (What wifeft Archite&s have made) Mould'ring to whence it came ; God's " C *«5 3 God's Building ever fhall endure, In all Things order'd well and fure, Chriji always is the fame. 1 When we the infide Work furvey, What Grandeur does the whole difplay ! How glorious ev'ry Part ! Earth's Beauties all are far too mean To point out what's in Jefus feen, When he attracts the Heart. 3 Foundation, Chrift, and Head-ftone too, The Alpha and Omega thou, Of this, the Houfe of God : A lively Stone, on thee I'm built, And wafh'd from all my dreadful Guilt, In thine atoning Blood. LXXIX. After Preaching* OThe Tidings how profound ! Which our Ears and Hearts have bleft ; This indeed's the joyful Sound : Here our weary Souls find Reft ; O how rich, how good ! Jefus, thou the Subject art ; Thy deep Myftery and Blood, With all other Sounds we'll part. LXXX. The C 186 ] The fame. WE the joyful Sound have heard, And, hearing, have believ'd ; What the Gofpel hath declared, We, Sinners, have received : Blafted lies the Creature's Pride, And human Haughtinefs finks low ; jfefus, and him crucify'd, Is all the Blifs we know. LXXXL The fame. T HY Myflery, O Chri/l, how great ! Thy BeautieSj how divine ! Thy Wounds, thy Death, thy bloody Sweat With endlefs Radiance mine : With wond'ring Hearts, we now have feen, In thy tranfparent Blood, The friendly, milling, lov'd, ferene^ Unclouded Face of God ! LXXXIL The C 187 ] LXXXII. The fame* 1 r | f O Jefus, lifted up on High ; JL As Doves unto their Windows fly We fpeed for Life and Peace : His Blood, how pow'rfully it draws ! Now it hath quite remov'd the Caufe Of Sorrow and Diftrefs. 2 As Members to their Head muil join, And Branches grow in their own Vine, So are we in the Lamb : Ours all his Beauty, Life, and Fruit, On him we grow, our Head and Root, And hail the facrcd Name, LXXXIII. The fame* CHRIST, our Head's gone up on High, And we his Body are ; All our Sorrows we'll lay by, And each diftra&ing Care : Tho' we Satan's Darts may feel 5 Yet he can never flrike us dead : He may bruife us on the Heel, But cannot reach our Head. LXXXIV. The [ i88 ] LXXXIV. The fame, GLor'ous Jefus ! glor'ous Jefus ! Thy dear Name to praife ; This fhall plcafe us, this lhall pleafe us, Greatly all our Days : O thy Beauties, how divine ! How they in the Gofpel fhine ! Holy Saviour, live for-ever, All our Songs be thine. LXXXV. On obferving the Motion of a Watch. 1~i I M E flies, . Man dies, Eternity's at Hand : What's bcft ! My Reft Ii in Immanuel 9 ^ Land, LXXXVI. tte C 189 3 LXXXVI. The Te/timony of a Chrijlian ; found after his De- parture ; written, during his Illnefs, with a Pencil, on the Wall, TRUE confcious Honour is to feel no Sin ; He's arm'd without who's innocent within : If any afk me, how I prove this Blifs ? Chrift is my Purity, my Wedding-Drefs, H LXXXVII. After Preaching. OW charmingly founds The Word of the Lord ! Where Witnefs abounds, That Man is reftor'd To God, his PofTemon, Dear Jefus in thee - 7 From Sin and Tranfgreffion For-ever fet free. 2 How glor'ous the Name Of Jefus, our King i Thou crucify'd Lamb, Thine Honours we fing : Our Hope and Salvation To World without End ; Our neareft Relation, And faithfulleft Friend. A a LXXXVIIL [ i 9 o ] LXXXVIII. The fame. i "\X7" HAT Bleflings in the Lamb abound ! VV To all who know the joyful Sound \ Thy Countenance, O Lord, mall mine On them with Brightnefs all divine. a The Grievances which them opprefs'd, In Jefus now they fee redrefs'd : This Mercy we thy Worms now prove, And blefs thy Grace, thou God of Love. 3 Infinite Wifdom, all our Days Will we admire thy pleafant Ways : Thy Paths are Peace, we'll run and blefs The Lord our Life and Righteoufnefs. LXXXIX. The fame. Tho 9 I were perfeel yet would I not know my Soul, I would defpife my Life, Job ix. 21. 1 y^lOULD I of all Perfection boaft, \^Jk As pure as that which Adam loft, Pd facrifice it to thy Blood, My Chrifl, my All, my only Good. 2 Were C *9* ] 2 Were I as Abra'm, flrong in Faith, And boldly ftedfaft unto Death ; Yd bid my Faithfulnefs adieu, And Jefus only faithful view. 3 If I more meek than Mofes were, Quite free from Anger, Strife, or Fear ; Yet this I gladly would defpife, And Jefu\ Meeknefs only prize. 4 Was I as Job fubmiffive, (till Patient, refign'd in ev'ry 111 ; Yet all mould fade before his Crofs, Compar'd with Him, it is but Drofs. 5 If I was wife as Solomon, Like him with Zeal and Adour fhone % Like him Pd vain and foolifh fee My Wifdom, Zeal, yea all but Thee. 6 Had I an AngeFs Purity ; Yea even this I would deny ; Nor Good confefs in Name or Thing, But Chrift my Lord, my Life, my King. XG The C *9* ] xc. The Jams. 1 " E S U S only will we fing, 3 His Myftery adore ; Thee we praife, our bleeding King, Thy Wifdom, Love, and Pow'r : Thou haft wrought our Works for us In us thou dy'dft and liv'ft again ; By the Labour of thy Crofs, We endlefs Life obtain. 2 Live ! thou mighty Prince of Life j Great King of Glory, reign ! Him to praife be all our Strife, Who for our Sins was flain. With himfelf, from Sin and Shame, Blamelefs to God he did us raife : Worthy is the holy Lamb Of everlafting Praife. XCI. The fame. G LORY be to God on High ; Glory to the bleeding Lamb ; Sing we Praifes mightily, To ImmanuePs worthy Name : He C m 1 He is God with us ; In him we're efpous'd to God ; In him we are purg'd, by Blood, From our Filth, our Sin and Drofs. XCIL The fame* i TJ O W pow'rful is the glor'ous Word ! X. A The unctious Word of God, Which preaches Jefus Chrift our Lord, His Sufl'rings, Death and Blood. 2 How it reveals his Myftery ! Who did our Souls redeem ; Explains the facred Unity, And fhouts us fav'd in him. j It fhews us ev'ry Law Command, Dear Lamb, fulfill'd in thee ; And bids us faft, and fearlefs ftand, Where thou haft made us free. 4 Dear, glorious Lamb, we thee adore ; We praife thee for thy Word : But for thyfelf we praife thee more, O ! holy, holy Lord. XCIII. The [ »94 3 XCIII. The fame. Lcfs'd arc the Eyes that fee ; The Ears are blefs'd that hear The Trumpet of the Jubilee, The great fabbatic Year. B 2 We plough, nor fow no more, Nor toil for living Bread ; For we've a never failing Store, A Table plent'ous fpread. 3 The Servant now is free ; The hateful, heavy Yoke (That all might tafte true Liberty) From ev'ry Neck is broke. 4 Th' Inheritance once fold, Which the poor Bankrupt mourns, To the true Owner without Gold, Or Price, it now returns. 5 O J ejus ! ever bleft, Thou art our Jubilee ; Our Reftoration, and our Reft, Is all, dear Lamb, in thee. 6 Thy Name, O bleeding King, Shall dwell on all our Tongues - p And C 195 ] And cv'ry Heart, infpir'd, fhall fing Thy Praife in all their Songs. 7 Worthy the honour'd Name Of Jefus Chrift, our Lord ; He's God Almighty, and the Lamb, Eternally ador'd. XCIV. Solemn Praife. 1 OING the Triumphs of your conquYmg C3 Head, and crucified King ; His Atchievments, when he vanquiuYd All our Enemies, we'll Ting : Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Glory, Glory, Lord, be thine. 2 Long he flruggled with confufed Noife, and Garments rolFd in Blood, 'Till deftroying Sin, and Hell, and Death, he refcu'd Man to God : Hallelujah, &c. Mod triumphant, greatly glor'ous, He from Death and Hell arofe ; In him all his Church, victor'ous, Triumph'd o'er her dreadful Foes : Hallelujah, &c. 4 High [ i 9 6 ] 4 High afcending 'midfl: angelic Songs, and Sounds of Trumpets loud, In eternal Triumph leading All the Captives of his Blood : Hallelujah^ &c. 5 Far above the higheft Heaven Thus he glorioufly afcends, Where the Honour's to him given, Ev'ry Thought of Man tranfeends : Hallelujah^ &c. 6 There, exalted, live and reign, whilfl; We admire thy Wounds and Blood, 'Till we fee thee come again, in All the Pomp and Pow'r of God : Hallelujah^ Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Glory, Glory, Lord, be thine. PART PART II. CONTAINING HYMNS AND SPIRITUAL SONGS, B Y JOHN R E L L r. [ *99 ] HYMNS, L i Tt If Y Song fhall be of him who dy'd 1.VJL Upon the Mount of Calvary ; His Name, his Blood, and Nought befide Shall be my Theme eternally. 2 I view him in his infant Form, Poor, helplefs, in a Manger laid ; To refcue me, a worthlefs Worm, Th 5 eternal Word my Flefh was made, 3 At eight Days old the Saviour bled ; To purge our Filth his Blood was fpilt ; Thus all the Members, in the Head, Were purg'd from their parental Guilt, 4 A Man of Sorrows was my Lord, Tempted like me in ev'ry Point ; That he true Succour might afford To tempted Souls, who elfe would faint, De* ~ [ 200 5 Defpis'd and friendlefs was the Lamb> Abafed to a low Degree, Refus'd by all with Scorn and Shame, That he our faithful Friend might be. 6 Mark how he loves his Blood-bought Friends ! When in his greateft Agony He pleads for them, he them defends, They're as the Apple of his Eye. 7 For when the Multitude came on To drag him to the curfed Tree ; Whom feek ye ? (fays the holy One) If me you feek, the Children free. 8 When thus accepted, in our Stead, Juftice the Sinner did releafe ; And for the Members fmote the Head, Chaftis'd him for our Breach of Peace. IL i /^\ Lamb, my Lord, my God, my King, \^J I could for-ever fpeak of thee ! Thy Suft'rings, and thy Conquefts fing, O ! the dear Lamb, who dy'd for me. 2 What Sufferings didft not thou fuftain ! From hellifh Chains my Soul to free ; What Horrors, Grief, and unknown Pain ! O ! the dear Lamb, who felt for me. 3 At [ -aoi ] 3 At Supper with thy Family, Strange, hellifh Pains caught hold on thee \ Then the important Hour drew nigh, That my dear Lamb fhould die for me. 4 When to the Garden he withdrew, How fore amaz'd and griev'd was he, Beyond what Mortals ever knew ; O ! that dear Lamb, who griev'd for me. 5 Proftrate himfelf he humbly lays ; Great ruddy Drops of Sweat I fee Fall from him, whilft he weeps and prays ; O ! that dear Lamb, who pray'd for mc. 6 They buffeted my Lord and God ; Yea, on thy Cheek, O Chrifi, fmote thee The Judge of 7/rV, with a Rod ; O ! that dear Lamb, thus fmote for me. 7 Reviled, fcourg'd, fpit on, abus'd, Condemned to the accurfed Tree, Of all that's vile and bafe accus'd ; O ! that dear Lamb, accus'd for me. 8 The Crofs they on his Shoulders lay ; To bear the fame the Lamb was free, Until, opprefs'd, he faints away ; O ! the dear Lamb, who faints for mc. 9 They nail'd him to the fatal Wood ; His pierced Hands and Feet I fee ; From [ 202 ] From ev'ry Wound frefh Streams of Blood ; O ! the dear Lamb, who bled for me. 10 They lift him high upon the Crofs, Naked in Blood, that all might fee ; Whilft Angels gaze, and bow, and blufh ; O ! that dear Lamb, accurs'd for me. 1 1 Tis finim'd, cry'd the Lamb of God, Then dy'd to fet his Children free ; Salvation's finiuVd, cries his Blood ; O ! that dear Lamb, who dy'd for me. 12 Down thro 5 the Shades of Death he goes His Enemies all conquer'd flee ; Triumphant over all his Foes ; O ! that dear Lamb, did all for me. 13 With Warriors Scars, deep Wounds andBlood, Rais'd from the Dead again I fee My everlafting Lord and God, That deareft Lamb, who dy*d for me. 14 O! worthy Lamb, I'll thee adore, Let Adam's Offspring all agree To praife the Lamb who dies no more, But lives to blefs both them and me. in. C 203 ] III. 1 1~"XEAR Shepherd, fee thy Flock here met, \J Before thy pierced Feet to bow ; To praife thy Wounds, thy Blood and Sweat, Thro' which eternal Love did flow. 2 Thou art with us where e'er we meet ; Nor wilt thou leave us, holy Lamb : We find a Calm, a blefs'd Retreat Beneath the Cov'ring of thy Name* 3 Great Mercies thou to us haft fhewn, Since firft we knew that we were thine \ Since firft thou mark'd us for thy own, With Grace and Righteoufnefs divine. 4 Seal'd for thine own we furely are ; Thy Spirit, Lord, our Witnefs is : Nor can we fall from Jefus far, For he is Love and Tendernefs. 5 There's none can pluck us from his Hand, Inclos'd by Grace on ev'ry Side ; His Oath, his Promife firmly ftand, We ever fhall with him abide ! 6 He never will himfelf deny ; Nor could he die for Man in vain : How then fhall God in Wrath deftroy, The Souls for whom the Lamb was flain. 7 The [ 2 °4 .] 7 The countlefs Price he paid for us, Exempts us from the Iron Rod : His Life, his Death, his Blood and Crofs, Hath reconcil'd us all to God. IV. i f\ Thou, dear 'Sov'reign of my Breaft, V,/ In thy dear MyfVry I am bled With Peace and Joy profound, Now, fav'd from Sin and Hell, am I In my dear Lamb's Humanity, Where all my Joys abound. 2 Here will I hide from ev'ry Foe, And thank thee, O my Saviour, too, That I mould favour'd be To hide me in thy wounded Side ; And, what's yet more, to be thy Bride, And truly one with thee. 3 Here would I live, for-ever live In thee, my Lamb, and ftill receive Thy BleiTmgs ever new : Pd turn my Eyes from all to thee, Whilft underneath the bloody Tree, My Heart with Love o'erflow. 4 I long to prove the Depth profound, The Glory of each bleeding Wound ; Not [ *°5 ] Not one was made in vain : Nor is there any Difcord there, Or caufe of Sorrow, Pain or Fear 5 There, there my Soul remain. Y Saviour for me bled Upon the Crofs's Wood ; For me, the Sinner me, he fhed His rich, atoning Blood. 2 For my Offences great He dy'd a curfed Death ; And wrought Salvation out complet< To be enjoy'd by Faith. 3 The Wine-prefs he did tread, And, thro' his bleeding Side, His Spirit, in Abundance, fhed On his beloved Bride. 4 Now, by his Grace, I know That I am one of them, For whom the Saviour dy'd below Upon the Crofs's Stem. VI. In [ 206 ] VI. i TN mine own Flcfh I fee Jl My dear Redeemer, God : And in that Body he Redeem'd me by his Blood : Made one, no more to part again, In him I ever mail remain. 2 Bone of his Bone I am, And evermore fhall be ; One great Immortal Name Is nam'd on him and me : In him, complete, I now poffefs The Fulnefs of redeeming Grace. 3 "When from his pierced Side Came forth, in bleeding Love, His lov'd, his royal Bride, The Life divine to prove ; To her this facred Truth he feaPd, That all her Maladies were heaPd. 4 What tho' I mortal am, And fhall to Duft return : In the prevailing Lamb I unto God am born : In him I live above all Fear, Nor Sin, nor Death, can reach me there. VII. [ *°7 3 VII. i ET us our Hearts and Voices raife, I j To found the mighty Saviour' 's Praifc, And fmg he dy'd, and lives again For us, the fallen Sons of Men. 2 He bare our Curfe, our Debt he paid, When all our Woes on him were laid ; Our Midnight Darknefs chas'd away, And rais'd us to eternal Day. 3 'Tis fmifh'd, faith the dying God, For Man, cries all his Wounds and Blood : Salvation fmifh'd was for us, In Jefusy bleeding on the Crofs. 4 He, fainting, felt Death's rude Divorce, To put his Teftament in force ; Wherein to Man he did bequeath The Labours of his Life and Death. 5 Quickly he breaks Death's feeble Chain, And to his Throne afcends again ; There fits adorn'd with Wounds and Blood, And calls the Wand'rers Home to God. 6 Let all the Sons of Sion ring Unwearied Praife to Chrift their King, He is our Saviour^ God, and we Will found his Name eternally. VIIL [ *o8 ] VIII. 1 A LL over lovely is my Lord and God, UTJL When nail'd on Calv'ry to a Crois of Wood ; My Praife attends his Blood, his Name I'll blefs, He is my Wifdom, Strength and Righteoufnefs. 2 Deep Floods of evcrlafting Wrath and Grace, Strove which mould deluge Man in Jufu's Face, Whilfl bleeding Love, hung pleading on his Brow For Peace, and Pardon, to the Church below. 3 The Floods of Grace, now with tremendous Swell, Drowns all our Sin, and Curfe, and Fear of Hell, Whilfl from our bleeding God we ftill derive Our Peace, and in his Wounds we'll ever live. 4 On us diflils his Merits, Blood and Grace j His wounded Form we'll yet by Faith embrace ; It's here ! We pofitively cry, my God And tremblingly with Joy we praife his Blood. 5 We in his Body our Election fee, He with himfelf hath made us Children free ; Our elder Brother, (O the friendly Name !) Is God Almighty, yet the flaughter'd Lamb. 6 Praife, endlefs Praife to thee, O Chrijl, be giv'n; Praife, endlefs Praife to thee, thou King of Heav'n : Ere [ °- f SimesY mr Jofeph, Sherbifme, mr Samuel^ < . T'EW, mr P2&V' Thomas, msn*Ebenezer, Nsmvich Turner;, Dr. P. M. > '; ^ Trapp, mr Caleb,' * *. i Tyler, mr John, * ^t i Thomas, mr Jonah, Burlington i Tetard, h*ev. mr J. P. Kingjbridge, i Treadpell, mr Jacob, P or if mouth i Thompson, mr Ebenezer, Providence i Traik, mr Jonathan Gloucefter i U V W 'Entworth, mr George, Portf mouth i Wendall, mr John, jun* r Woodward, mr Mofes, i Whipple, mrs. Mary, 6 Wheat, mr Samuel, Norwich 6 Way, mr Ebenezer, jun. 6 Ward, mr Benjamin, Cranberry t Ward, Henry, Efq. Providence i Wheaten, mr Nathaniel, i Ward SUBSCRIBERS NAMES. W Books. Ward, mr Nahum, P ortf mouth i Warner, Honourable Jonathan, Efq, q Williams, Jonathan, Efq. Bojlon 6 Wanton, Mr Jofeph, N. Port i Y ^K7"PUNG, mr Samuel, Providence i X k ' "•* 1 V ■-^■^^'.^y , i ; I I Mfe EI ■••• , KRpi • Itt N • «*. aw P * «w f