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Cloth'd with the fun, thy rebes of light

The morning rays outshine ;
The lamps of heav'n are not so bright,

Thy Husband decks thee fine.
Et Though hellish smoke thy duties stain,

And fin deforms thee quite;
Thy Surety's merit makes thee clean,

Thy Husband's beauty white.
Thy pray’rs and tears, nor pure, nor good,

But vile and loathsome 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 :t
Thy hungry foul may hopeful wait,

Thy Husband gives thee meat.
Thy money, merit, pow'r, and pelf,

Were squander'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 justice for thy double debt

Thy Husband did pursue.
Though justice stern as much belong

As mercy to a God;
Yet justice suffer'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.

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No partial pay could justice ftill,

No farthing was retrench'd; Vengeance exacted ah, 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 stand'st within its verge, And mayst at pleasure now present

Thy Husband's full discharge.
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,

SECT. II. Christ the believer's friend, prophet, priest, king,

defence, guide, guard, help, and healer. EAR soul, when all the human race

Lay welt'ring in their gore,
Vast numbers in that dismal case

Thy Husband passed o'er.
But pray, why did he thousands pass,

And set his heart on thee?
The deep, the searchless reason was,

Thy Husband's love is free.


+ John xix. 30

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The forms of favour, names of grace

And offices of love,
He bears for thee, with


Thy Husband's kindness prove.
*Gainst darkness black, and error blind,

Thou haft a fun and shield *:
And, to reveal the Father's mind,

Thy Husband's Prophet feal'd.
He likewise to procure thy peace,

And save from sin's arrest,
Refign’d himself a sacrifice;

Thy Husband is thy Priest.
And that he might thy will subject,

And sweetly captive bring,
Thy fins subdue, his throne erect,

Thy Husband is thy King.
Though num'rous and assaulting foes

Thy joyful peace may mar;
And thou a thousand battles lose,

Thy Husband wins the war.
Hell's forces, which thy mind appal,

His arm can foon dispatch ;
How strong foe'er, yet for them all

Thy Husband's more than match.
Though secret lufts with hid contest,

By heavy groans reveald,
And devils rage; yet do their best,

Thy Husband keeps the field.
When, in desertion's evening dark,

Thy steps are apt to slide,
His conduct feek, his counsel mark,

Thy Husband is thy guide.

Psalm lxxxiv. 11.


In doubts, renouncing felf-conceit,

His word and Spirit prize :
He never counsell'd wrong as yet, .

Thry Husband is so wife.
When weak, thy refuge feeit at hand,

Yet cannot run the length: .. 'Tis present pow'r to underftand

Thy Husband is thy strength. When shaking storms annoy thy heart,

His word commands a calm :
When bleeding wounds, to ease thy smart,

Thy Husband's blood is balm.
Trust creatures, nor to help thy thrall,

Nor to assuage thy grief :
Use means, but look beyond them all,

Thy Husband's thy relief.
If Heav'n prescribe a bitter drug,

Freţ not with froward will :
This carriage may thy cure prorogue ;

Thy Husband wants not skill.
He sees the fore, he knows the cure

Will most adapted be ; 'Tis then most reasonable, sure,

Thy Husband choose for thee. Friendship is in his chastisements,

And favour in his frowns; Thence judge not then in heavy plaints,

Thy Husband thee disowns.
The deeper his sharp lancet go

In ripping up thy wound,
The more thy healing fhall unto

Thy Husband's praise redound.


CHRIST the believer's wonderful physician, and

wealtby friend.


IND Jesus empties whom he'll fill,

Cafts down whom he will rạise ; He quickens whom he seems to kill;

Thy Husband tbus gets praise.
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 constant prove; Nor can his kindness come and

go, Thy Husband's name is Love. His friends in most afflicted lot

His favour most 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 smiles,

Thy Husband's lasting love. In's hand no cure could ever fail,

Though of a helpless state He can in defp'rate cases heal,

Thy Husband's art's so great. The medicine he did

prepare, Can't fail to work for good : O balsan spow'rful, precious, rare,

Thy Husband's sacred blood :

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