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The Lamb, and all His grief and smart, Shall be the pleasure of my heart, While it doth move in me; And when that heart no more shall move, My Spirit… - James Hutton
" "The Lamb, and all His grief and smart,
Shall be the pleasure of my heart, While it doth move in me;
And when that heart no more shall move,
My Spirit, finding her old Love, Shall kiss Him tenderly. Then you and I, and thousands more,
From this, and your, and every shore, Shall each the other find:
Happy in that which always here,
When to the heart 'twas plain and clear, The many members join'd. And then, too, we shall think no more,
What we were used to think before; Alas! how distant we!
The Blood will flow through every limb
On each of us from Him! from Him! And we united be.
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James Hutton (1715–1795) was among the founders and leaders of the Moravian church in England.
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Dear Lamb! this Congregation Is poor, despise her not;
She's taken with thy Passion As were she on the spot,
Where earning her Election, Thy Heart-strings broke in death;
That stirs up her affection, And gives her life and breath. Shouldst thou desire her beauty, For shame she bides her face;
And shouldst thou look for duty, Ah! here she has no place:
O that Thy bowels' feeling O'er us might joyful be;
Howe'er Thou'rt with us dealing, 0 then how blest are we!
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