That House which ne'er extinct can be,

Recause it ne'er begun;

Head of the court of Elohim,
Of all abfolving Seraphim
Arch-penitentiary Thou!
I worm would Penance do.

*Ifaiah vi. 6. 7.

7. Now hangs thy little creature here, Which has thy Foot embrac'd ; It's Sinner mouth there cleaves, and

were

Gladly to it fing'd faft.
What of himself Ifaiah fays,
That do upon thy Church always;
She all believes implicitly,
As Gofpel, what's from thee.

346.

July 15, (1747) the day obferv'd in the Lutheran church, for the difperfion of the Apostles.

"H

Alle Apostel fein.

IS dear Apoftles all,
(As b'liev'd in general)
Did as to-day agree,
Out of their neft to flee;
Twelve doves of Cross's Air,
Who thy Arch-heralds were,
Thou Chriftian Church fo dear!
They fled with found of peace
Thro' ev'ry Land and place;
God their way did bless.

Exod. x. 23. 1 John v. 19. Luke vi. 19°
2. But whither did they go?
Not much hereof we know.
There's but one poor weak Fold,
Saint Thomas Chriftians call'd,
Who happen ftill to claim
Any Apostle's Name:

And O! I wish they were
St. Thomas hearts fo clear,

And did both feel and hide Deep in the Lamb's Side!

3. Since one fmall knowledge hath
Of the Apostles' Path,
Or whether on this Day,
Or on another, they
Did fo afunder part,
Thro' ev'ry Land to dart;
At least I one Fact know.
Juft feven Years ago,
A Miffion did occur
Out of our Choir and door,
To Moor and Tefcarore.

4. God keep you! leaving Home,
When we return, Welcome!
This, fince the blessed hour,
That we ourselves gave o'er,
Since in our Pfalmift-choirs
The Lamb heard our Defires,
"That we would fain be fent
"To Ifle and Continent;"

Has twelve times been th'event;
God b'w'ye! when forth fent,
Welcome, back to th' Tent.
5. We cannot other chufe
Than thank thee, Pilgrim-Spoufe!
Yet tho' no Heralds had,
Thy Works abroad to spread,
Thus by the Spirit led,
So many Journeys made:
Thou, Thou wouldft ftill abide
A quite fufficient Guide,
For the whole fwarm of bees
Once chose for Crofs-Air Grace:
Ave, Thee we praife!

5: Thanks, Praise, and adoration, Be to thee, Lamb, thou gracious Son! That thou vouchfaf'ft to be always With thy Church, till to th' End of Days.

6. Think on each Flock, where'er difpers'd,

Wherein thy praises are rehears'd,
In Europe and America,
In Afia and in Africa.

7. And bless the venerable Train
Of Elders, whom thou dost ordain
To be on earth thy Images;
Give Hearts to pray, and Hands to
blefs.

8. Give to our Bishops watchful Eyes, To hinder all that Satan tries.

Let them, and all the Wardens, ftand For thy dear Flock with Life in

Hand.

9. And all the worthy Offices In thy Blood-Congregation blefs! Give unto ev'ry Labourer

For Souls a tender Love and Care.

HOU Death Sweat mix'd with Blood, Which the Lamb's Body cover'd, When pale his Face was view'd, His Soul by a thread hover'd, His Heart together prefs'd,

His Eye in tears was drown'd, And ice-cold Dew full faft

O'er all his Hair was found; 2. Sweat, which on Head bright,

fhone

Death fweat on clammy Forehead, Sweat gath'ring round the Sight, Which the Brain's moisture marred ;

(O Paffion-conflict hard,

Which his Sp'rit over-heat, Did tear his Bones like fword, And his Breath fuffocate!) 3. Yes, Corpfe like dewy now,

And ftill grave-fteaming Fingers! Your Servant's bone fweat thro',

Which quiv'ring for it lingers. Thou Corpfe's Air! come, come Thro' thefe hands into th' Bread: When kneaded with thy Fume,

"Twill make the Members dead. 4. Thou but few inches deep,

Yet Fountain fathom'd never, Which first a Spear ran up,

Now hell's quench'd by thy river! 'Fore thy Well's fource and grot The love-fick Spouse here lies: Let now this flumb'ring note Unftop thy paffages.

351.

Bis die Hunde komt heran.

ILL the hour fhall come,
with tears

By the Church defired,
When the Hufband once appears,
Now from fight retired;

2. Till to the great Marriage-feast, Our fo faithful Lover

Shall his purchas'd Rib at laft
Vifibly fetch over;

3. He with fuch a Pledge thro' grace His Flock hath fupplied, Whereby all his Witness-race

Makes known that he died.
4. Whereby they in foretafte here
Find fuch Pow'rs proceeding,
As if God's Son o'er us were
His own garment * fpreading.

* Ezek. xvi. 8.

5. For his Sinner-Wife doth gain, In the union's folace With the martyr'd Corpfe, more than Elfe from Glory's palace. 6. O then by the bleeding Lamb She is known and greeted, So that the with marriage-flame Thro' and thro' is heated. 7. When that costly purple Oil Out of the Side's fluices, In our fpirit, body, foul,

Deep itself diffufes;

Beam,

And drink of thy Lamb's precious Blood;

That blood which from his Side and Head,

Which from his Hands and Feet diftill'd;

This, this for thee indeed was fhed,
When he unto the Foe did yield.
2. Drink, hide thyself in his Side's
Wound,

Which now for thee stands gaping wide ;

There thou thy Happiness haft found,

As his bleft Sinnerefs and Bride:
And there for ever clos'd remain,
Under the glowing Rays ftill lie,
As his dear Spoil and bloody Gain,
Henceforth unto eternity.

Who t'be the Father's Equal

Did not think robbery ;

And who became a Man like me, And is fo mild and loving? He it is certainly.

* Phil. ii. 6.

2. Church, who art fo enamour'd With his Side's open space; You, once in heart fo grieved, Now joyful Flock of Grace! What think you, that to Him on high,

'Fore whom ev'n John did tremble, One dare approach fo nigh?

3. He fhow'rs his choiceft Bl effings This day upon thy Heart, And alfo to thy Body

These bleffings he'll impart. That Blood which from his wounds he shed,

Is thy Drink, and his Body Is thy true heav'nly Bread. 4. He faid, My Flesh is truly

Meat, and my Blood is Drink: So did, unto his glory,

The Twelve believe and think. We too believe, we also feel,

We can with full affurance To this Truth set our Seal. 5. Church! haft thou now embraced Who is't, on whom thou'ft gazed? Thy Lord with Heart on flame? Chrift, the tormented Lamb. O Church, thy dear Immanuel Is a confuming Fire, Lord over death and hell.

6. But yet I will behold him

For me in Crofs's Smart: To Him one may come boldly, And go quite near his Heart. His coming in the Flesh, so bleft, O may that keep his People In Soul and Body chaste.

7. Now Church, his facred Body! Fill'd by his Death with Life,

Thou

He is the GOD from Heaven!

355.

I.

down.

354.

After the Holy Communion.

"I

Still perceive his fpoufal blifs, Dear hearts! I feel; but how

it is,

Now my dear Hufbandme has blefs'd,
Cannot in words be well exprefs'd.
He lov'd me, O! fo deep,
I should be still asleep,

Had not the Well of the Side's hole
Been open'd, and upon my foul
And body flooded:

This wak'd me in th' Communion fweet,

Where I Husband's Flesh did eat;
my
This did my Tabernacle raise;
And I already count the days,
To be again fo bleffed,
So greeted, fo embraced:

2. Thy fpoufal Kifs on me imprefs'd,
Hath from my eyes this day exprefs'd
Of happy Tears a streaming tide;
My fymbol is," Side! yea my Side!"
Deep, deep in the Side's hole,
Refpires my poor Soul:
And fays, O my beloved One!
my marrow and my

I feel

Still weak and tender;

bone

I.

HAT does a dove in Crofs's Air,

When enter-in it will and dare?
The Crofs's Breezes fill the fail,
And blow the bird to the Corpfe pale.
The wings hang faintly down,
The dove would drop down foon,
Had not its little Bill peck'd in
Quite faft between the flesh and skin
of the Lamb's Body.

There, as on Magnet, hangs the bird;

It hangs, not choosing to be stirr'd; It lets all Time run on its pace, Cares nought for all Eternities, Saith," Be in glory living, "Ye faints, let me be cleaving!" 2. But what does the dear Bridegroom-Heart

To fuch a Dove with his Love's art, Whom he on Earth would wake and

Side,

That my Soul in me may abide,
For if thou oft fo kiffeft me,
I fhall once fly quite into thee;
And then my Brethren fee me
No more in their Assembly.

Thus loos'd, the bird muft venture. Its Flight afresh to enter.