But now I'm pleas'd with human Feature, Since my Creator was a Creature: Now muft his human Heart Of confequence take part In human Smart. 449. Honig von dem liebßen, &c. Honey from the faireft Side's incifion Is my only gladd'ning Wine, Hereof for herself a good Provifion The Lamb's Sinner bride lays in. Thousand Magd'len kiffes, Lamb and Saviour, Take from me, from Head to Feet all over; All thy Skin, each Pore and hair, Take of my Salutes its share. 2. Greetings of ftrong Love, which death tranfcendeth, * We've each other foftly paid; But, O Cave, whofe fcent the Heart expandeth, Thou haft like a Babe + him made, Whom thou once haft to thyself attached, Whom that wounded Heart fo ftrong ly fnatched, Did into itself so kifs, * Cant, vii. 6. + Matt. xi. 25. 3. Now be glory to the Side repeated! That I finner, was to be A blood-needing human Soul, not treated With bright Angel's destiny; While I Worm can have, tafte, feel and faveur, To creep in thy Bowels have the favour: Keep each one towards thy bleft I am no great Hero, much to fuffer; I confefs with joy, 2. Nothing charms me more Ne'ertheless be my Way smooth or rougher, Bleeding Heart! I'm chearful ftill, Till I can my Plan fulfil. 2. I'd like always Sabbath to be holding, As fabbatic is my Mood; Yet fince thy Gifts one must not be cold in, To die under Loads, is good: Ev'n the Day, where thou hast Re fpite granted, To thy Service offer'd be, if wanted, And each one's Utility, Whom I am to ferve for Thee: 3. All my Brethren, Sifters, when fo loved, Gifted, honour'd I can view, Which from Jefu's Corpfe is stream-As by my Heart's Witness it is ing; Whilst awake, afleep or dreaming, Is that purple Stream My most favourite theme. 453. Eltern, euer feeligs herz. Arents, fee! your happy heart proved, The like is to me not due; These are to my Mind the sweetest Morfels, Which I relish fresh at all rehearsals; And what I gain under this, With my Maxims too agrees. 4. For when my dear Friends, being cloath'd and graced Pranks you for the bitter Smart shall in thy work fev'rally be placed, Suffer'd by our God and Saviour, Here and on each diftant Shore; And poor I, the mean and little Cy pher, Ne'er worth mentioning in all my Life here, Am now minded by no man; Then I've compaffed my Plan. 5. This to th' World to vaunt then gives occafion O'er one, who to them fcarce more (As a Subject long grown out of fashion,) Does as in a dream recur: But if only all the Noife and flander This Reproach I fo poffefs, 6. When I now am with my Spoufe That is, am in Heaven here; A Mind of Virgins chafte, 2. The Wounds our Sins procur'd, Then that I am His, I'll think of The Furrows drawn fo deep only, Nor myself in Mem'ry bear. For this ev'n my mortal Bones I honour, Since with his they're of one stuff And it is my fix'd Intent, I and all hearts who him know, Give myself, not one exception To the Mother-Spirit's Command, Now hould weep, now joyful fmile, is ; I'd ne'er compass it in Thought, 455. Ein innigs Priester herz. N inward priefly Heart, A And tender Mother's fmart, Upon thy Body, Lord! Thro' all that which she 3. O thou our Head, Lord Chrift! Thro' all my life in thee, "And thou eternally in me. 3. "Ev'n when I speak, or play or fing, "I reach not half, poor ftupid thing!" All ye Hearts dear, this Dove's voice hear, No Blifs, I'm fure, is like God's Pleur'. Thou Church-eye! whofe drops, running e'er, To th' Lamb magnetic are, Bring him with his dear Side-wound here! 457. Die Pleura bleibet unser haus. 1. OUR Side, •OUR UR Houfe is fix'd in Jefu's In this our Age of grace; We daily deeper creep therein, 2. Ye loving hearts, ye Brethren dear! The choiceft Place is found: Here fings one happily and plays, Tranfported quite with Joy and Grace. How well can here a dove abide? All glory to the Side! 3. Thro' all our Congregation, lo! Exceeding sweet it founds, When we in dulci jubilo * Exalt the Man of Wounds: The holy choir of Cherubims, Themselves fing Amen to our hymns, • With sweet rejoicings. 2. They are hard to understand, More fuch knots, and greater. 3. But what puzzles critic Art, Understood with ease is Finds Life in each Thefis. 5. (So a Hoft, who dy'd in hope, And in Faith's connexion 6. And one faithful Servant known, † + Mofes. 8. There hath been a Personage, 9. Nor mere Sound is, what we hear 10. Only mark, among Mankind 11. When the firft, tho' gay and blith, Are from hence diflodged, To them furely fhews his Teeth Death, God's Servant rigid. 12. But the last, whofe mind long 18. Now that Speech no more's too deep, Nor its knots can teize us, That, among the Clafs which fleep, The Firft-fruits is Jefus. 19. Till he thus his Breath refign'd, Was all Men's Departure (In th' old Cov'nant) of rough Kind, Malefactors Torture. 20. But fince that Spear's Deed, without Death's Scythe or intrusion; There's a Cafe, where Death acts not At Man's Diffolution. 21. Where that Spectre the Blood. mark Sees on any Forehead, Here muft (thinks hej my Trade dark, Souls t'eject, be spared. 23. And fays to him, "Lord! thou know'ft "That my Limbs are weary: "Fetch the Spirit, thou bestow dit!”. This ends the whole ftory. 24. In that Sabbath moment, where The Limbs leave Earth's pother, Dares no creature interfere, Yea no holy brother. 25. God doth his own Image take, Face to face in private Sucks again the Spirit back Once from him derived; 26. To the Clay with Wounds-oil gives Its laft Unction fealing, |