Cloth'd with the fun, thy robes of light
The morning rays outfhine;
The lamps of heav'n are not fo bright,
Thy Hufband decks thee fine.
Though hellish smoke thy duties ftain,
And fin deforms thee quite;
Thy Surety's merit makes thee clean,
Thy Hufband's beauty white.
Thy pray'rs and tears, nor pure, nor good,
But vile and loathfome feem;
Yet gain, by dipping in his blood,
Thy Husband's high esteem.
No fear thou ftarve, though wants be great, in him thou art complete:+
Thy hungry foul may hopeful wait,
Thy Husband gives thee meat.
Thy money, merit, pow'r, and pelf,
Were fquander'd by thy fall;
Yet, having nothing in thyself,
Thy husband is thy all.
Law-precepts, threats, may both beset
To crave of thee their due;
But juftice for thy double debt
Thy Husband did purfue.
Though justice ftern as much belong
As mercy to a God;
Yet juftice fuffer'd here no wrong,
Thy Husband's back was broad.
He bore the load of wrath alone,
That mercy might take vent;
Heav'n's pointed arrows all upon
Thy Husband's heart were spent.
No partial pay could juftice ftill,
No farthing was retrench'd;
Vengeance exacted all, until
Thy Husband all advanc'd.
He paid in liquid golden red
Each mite the law requir'd,
Till with a loud 'Tis finishedt,
Thy Husband's breath expir'd.
No process more the law can tent;
Thou ftand'st within its verge,
And mayft at pleasure now present
Thy Husband's full difcharge.
Though new contracted guilt beget
New fears of divine ire;
Yet fear thou not, though drown'd in debt,
Thy Husband is the payer.
God might in rigour thee indite
Of highest crimes and flaws;
But on thy head no curse can light,
Thy Husband is the cause.
CHRIST the believer's friend, prophet, priest, king, defence, guide, guard, help, and healer.
EAR foul, when all the human race
Lay welt'ring in their gore,
Vaft numbers in that dismal cafe
Thy Husband paffed o'er.
But pray, why did he thousands pass,
And fet his heart on thee?
The deep, the fearchlefs reafon was,
Thy Husband's love is free.
The forms of favour, names of grace,
And offices of love,
He bears for thee, with open face
Thy Husband's kindness prove. 'Gainft darkness black, and error blind, Thou haft a fun and fhield*: And, to reveal the Father's mind, Thy Husband's Prophet feal'd. He likewife to procure thy peace, And fave from fin's arreft, Refign'd himself a facrifice; Thy Husband is thy Prieft. And that he might thy will fubject, And sweetly captive bring, Thy fins fubdue, his throne erect, Thy Hufband is thy King. Though num'rous and affaulting foes Thy joyful peace may mar; And thou a thousand battles lofe, Thy Husband wins the war. Hell's forces, which thy mind appal, His arm can foon dispatch; How ftrong foe'er, yet for them all Thy Hufband's more than match. Though fecret lufts with hid conteft, By heavy groans reveal'd,
And devils rage; yet do their best, Thy Hufband keeps the field. When, in desertion's evening dark, Thy steps are apt to flide,
His conduct feek, his counfel mark, Thy Husband is thy guide.
In doubts, renouncing felf-conceit,
His word and Spirit prize:
He never counfell'd wrong as yet,,
Thy Hufband is fo wife.
When weak, thy refuge feeft at hand,
Yet cannot run the length: .
'Tis prefent pow'r to understand
Thy Hufband is thy ftrength.
When fhaking ftorms annoy thy heart,
His word commands a calm:
When bleeding wounds, to ease thy fmart,
Thy Hufband's blood is balm.
Truft creatures, nor to help thy thrall,
Nor to affuage thy grief:
Use means, but look beyond them all,
Thy Husband's thy relief.
If Heav'n prescribe a bitter drug,
Fret not with froward will:
This carriage may thy cure prorogue;
Thy Husband wants not skill.
He fees the fore, he knows the cure
Will most adapted be;
'Tis then moft reafonable, fure,
Thy Husband choose for thee.
Friendship is in his chaftifements,
And favour in his frowns ;
Thence judge not then in heavy plaints,
Thy Husband thee difowns.
The deeper his fharp lancet go
In ripping up thy wound,
The more thy healing fhall unto
Thy Husband's praife redound.
CHRIST the believer's wonderful phyfician, and wealthy friend.
IND Jefus empties whom he'll fill,
Cafts down whom he will raise
He quickens whom he feems to kill;
Thy Husband thus gets praife.
When awful rods are in his hand,
There's mercy in his mind;
When clouds upon his brow do stand,
Thy Husband's heart is kind.
In various changes to and fro,
He'll ever conftant prove;
Nor can his kindness come and go,
Thy Husband's name is Love.
His friends in moft afflicted lot
His favour moft have felt;
For when they're try'd in furnace hot,
Thy Husband's bowels melt.
When he his bride or wounds or heals,
Heart kindness does him move;
And wraps in frowns as well as fmiles,
Thy Husband's lafting love.
In's hand no cure could ever fail,
Though of a helpless ftate
He can in defp'rate cases heal,
Thy Husband's art's fo great.
The medicine he did prepare,
Can't fail to work for good:
O balfan pow'rful, precious, rare,
Thy Husband's facred blood:
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