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Truft, though, when in desertion dark,
No twinkling ftar by night,
No ray appear, no glimm'ring fpark;
Thy Husband is thy light.

His beams anon the clouds can rent,
And through the vapours run;
For of the brightest firmament
Thy Hufband is the fun.

Without the fun who mourning go,
And scarce the way can find,

He brings, through paths they do not know *;
Thy Hufband leads the blind.
Through fire and water he with skill
Brings to a wealthy land;

Rude flames and roaring waves be still,
Thy Hufband can command.
When fin diforders heavy brings,
That prefs thy foul with weight;
Then mind how many crooked things
Thy Hufband has made ftraight.
Still look to him with longing eyes,
Though both thine eyes fhould fail;
Cry, and at length, though not thy cries,
Thy Hufband fhall prevail.

Still hope for favour at his hand,

Though favour don't appear :
When help feems moft aloof to ftand;
Thy Hufband's then molt near.

In cafes hopeless-like, faint hopes
May fail, and fears annoy;
But most when stript of earthly props,
Thy Husband thou'lt enjoy.

If providence the promife thwart,

And yet thy humbled mind

'Gainft hope believes in hope †, thou art

Thy Hufband's dearest friend.

Art thou a weakling, poor and faint,
In jeopardy each hour?

Let not thy weakness move thy plaint,
Thy Husband has the pow'r.

Ifa. xlii. 16.

Róm. iv. 18.

Dread not thy foes that foil'd thee long,

Will ruin thee at length:

When thou art weak then art thou ftrong,
Thy Hufband is thy ftrength.

When foes are mighty, many too,
Don't fear, nor quit the field;
'Tis not with thee they have to do,
Thy Hufband is thy fhield.
'Tis hard to ftrive against an hoft,
Or ftrive against the stream;
But, lo! when all feems to be lost,
Thy Hufband will redeem.

SECT. VI.

BENEFITS accruing to Believers, from the Offices, Names, Natures, and Sufferings of CHRIST.

ART thou by lufts a captive led,

Which breeds thy deepest grief?

To ranfom captives is his trade,
Thy Hufband's thy relief.

His precious name is Jesus, why?
Because he faves from fin*;
Redemption's right he won't deny,
Thy Hufband's near of kin.

His wounds have fav'd thee once from woes,
His blood from vengeance fcreen'd;
When heav'n, and earth, and hell were foes,

Thy Hufband was a friend:

And will thy Captain now look on,

And see thee trampled down?

When, lo! thy Champion has the throne,

Thy Husband wears the crown.

Yield not, though cunning Satan bribe,

Or like a lion roar;

The Lion strong of Judah's tribe,
Thy Hufband's to the fore.

* Matth. i. 21.

And that he never will forfake *,
His credit fair he pawn'd;

In hottest broils, then, courage take,
Thy Husband's at thy hand.

No ftorm needs drive the to a strait,

Who doft his aid invoke :

Fierce winds may blow, proud waves may

Thy Hufband is the rock.
Renounce thine own ability,
Lean to his promis'd might;
The ftrength of Ifra'l cannot lie,
Thy Hufband's pow'r is plight.
An awful truth does here prefent,
Whoever think it odd;

In him thou art omnipotent,
Thy Hufband is a God.
JEHOVAH'S ftrength is in thy Head,
Which faith may boldly fcan;
God in thy nature does refide,
Thy Hufband is a man.

Thy flesh is his, his Spirit thine;
And that you both are one,
One body, fpirit, temple, vine,
Thy Hufband deigns to own.

Kind, he affum'd thy flesh and blood
This union to purfue;

And without fhame his brotherhood
Thy Husband does avow.

He bore the crofs thy crown to win,
His blood he freely fpilt:
The holy One affuming fin,

Thy Hufband bore the guilt.

Lo! what a blefs'd exchange is this?
What wifdom fhines therein?
That thou might't be made righteoufnefs,
Thy Hufband was made fint.

The God of joy a man of grief,
Thy forrows to difcufs;
Pure Innocence hang'd as a thief;
Thy Hufband lov'd thee thus.
* Heb. xiii. 5. † 2 Cor. v. 21.

beat;

Bright Beauty had his vifage marr'd,
His comely form abus'd:

True Reft was from all reft debarr'd,

Thy Hufband's heel was bruis'd.
The God of bleffings was a curse,
The Lord of lords a drudge;
The Heir of all things poor in purfe:
Thy Hufband did not grudge.
The Judge of all condemned was
The God immortal flain:
No favour, in the woful caufe,
Thy Husband did obtain.

SECT. VII.

CHRIST'S Sufferings further improved; and Believers called to live by faith, both when they have and want fenfible influences.

LOUD praifes fing, without furcease,

To him that frankly came,

And gave his foul a facrifice;
Thy Husband was the Lamb.

What waken'd vengeance could denounce,

All round him did befet;

And never left his foul, till once

Thy Hufband paid the debt.

And though new debt thou ftill contract,

And run in deep arrears;

Yet all thy burdens on his back

Thy Husband always bears.

Thy Judge will ne'er demand of thee

Two payments for one debt;'

Thee with one victim wholly free

Thy Husband kindly fet.

That no grim vengeance might thee meet,

Thy Hufband met with all;

And, that thy foul might drink the sweet,
Thy Hufband drank the gall.

Full breasts of joy he lov'd t' extend,

Like to a kindly nurse;

And, that thy blifs might full be gain'd,
Thy Hufband was a curfe.

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Thy fins he glu'd unto the tree,

His blood this virtue hath;

For, that thy heart to fin might die,
Thy Hufband fuffer'd death.

To purchase fully all thy good,
All evil him befel;

To win thy heav'n with ftreams of blood,
Thy Hufband quenched hell.

That this kind Days-man, in one band,
Might God and man betroth,
He on both parties lays his hand;
Thy Husband pleafes both.

The blood that could ftern juftice please,
And law-demands fulfil,
Can alfo guilty confcience eafe;

Thy Hufband clears the bill.

Thy highest glory is obtain'd
By his abafement deep;

And, that thy tears might all be drain'd,
Thy Husband chose to weep.

His bondage all thy freedom brought,
He ftoop'd fo lowly down;

He grappling all thy grandeur brought,
Thy Hufband's crofs thy crown.
'Tis by his fhoke thy fceptre fways,
His warfare ends thy ftrife;
His poverty thy wealth conveys,
Thy Hufband's death thy life.
Do mortal damps invade thy heart,
And deadnels feize thee fore?
Rejoice in this, that life t'impart
Thy Hufband has in store.

And when new life imparted feems
Eftablish'd as a rock,

Boaft in the fountain, not the ftreams;
Thy Hufband is thy ftock.

The ftreams may take a various turn,

The fountain never moves :

Cease then o'er failing streams to mourn,
Thy Hufband thus thee proves.

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