Thy cries and tears may flighted feem,
And barr'd from prefent ease;
Yet blame thyself, but never dream
Thy Husband's ill to please.
Thy jealous unbelieving heart
Still droops, and knows not why;
Then prove thyself to ease thy fmart,
Thy Husband bids thee try.
The foll'wing queftions put to thee,
As fcripture-marks, may tell
And fhew whate'er thy failings be,
Thy Husband loves thee well.
RT thou: content when he's away?
Can earth allay thy pants?
If confcience witnefs, won't it fay,
Thy Husband's all thou wants?
When he is near, (though in a crofs),
And thee with comfort feeds;
Doft thou not count the earth as drofs,
Thy Husband all thou needs?
In duties art thou pleas'd or pain'd,.
When far he's out of view?
And finding him, think'ft all regain'd,
Thy Husband always new.
Tho' once thou thought'ft, while Sinai mist
And darkness compafs'd thee,
Thou waft undone; and glorious Chrift
Thy Husband ne'er would be.
Yet know'st thou not a fairer place,
Of which it may be told,
That there the glory of his grace,
Thy Husband did untold?
Where heav'nly beams inflam'd thy foul,
And love's feraphic art, With hallelujahs, did extol
Thy Husband in thy heart.
Couldft then have wifh'd all Adam's race
Had join'd with thee to gaze;
That viewing fond his comely face,
Thy Husband might get praife?
Art thou disjoin'd from other lords?
Divorc'd from fed'ral laws?
While with moft loving gospel cords
Thy Husband kindly draws?
A'n't thou enlighten'd now to fee
Thy righteoufnefs is naught
But rags, that cannot cover thee?
Thy Husband so has taught.
Doft fee thy best performances
Deferve but hell indeed?
And hence art led, renouncing thefe,
Thy Husband's blood to plead?
When strengthen'd boldly to address
That gracious throne of his,
Doft find thy ftrength and righteousness,
Thy Husband only is?
Canft thou thy moft exalted frame
Renounce, as with'ring grafs,
And firmly hold thine only claim,
Thy Husband's worthinefs,
Canft pray with utmost holy † pith
And yet renounce thy good?
And wash, not with thy tears, but with
Thy Husband's precious blood?
* Ifa. Ixiv. 6. Vigour or ftrength.
Believers defcribed from their Faith acting by divine aid, and fleeing quite out of themselves to CHRIST.
AN nothing lefs thy confcience eafe,
And please thy heart; no lefs
Than that which juftice fatisfies,
Thy Husband's righteousness?
Doft fee thy works fo ftain'd with fin,
That thou through grace art mov❜d
To feek acceptance only in
Thy Husband, the Belov'd?
Doft thou remind, that once a day
Free grace did ftrengthen thee,
To gift thy guilty foul away,
Thy Hufband's bride to be?
Or doft thou mind the day of pow'r,
Wherein he broke thy pride,
And gain'd thy heart? O happy hour!
Thy Husband caught the bride!
He did the enmity fubdue,
The bondage fad recal,
Made thee to choofe, and close purfue
Thy Husband as thy all:
What reft, and peace, and joy enfu'd
Upon this noble choice?
Thy heart, with flow'rs of pleasure ftrew'd,
Thy Husband made rejoice.
Doft know thou ne'er couldft him embrace
Till he embraced thee?
Nor ever fee him, till his face
Thy Husband open'd free?
And findeft to this very hour,
That this is ftill the charm;
Thou canst do nothing, till with pow'r
Thy Husband fhew his arm?
Canft thou do nought by nature, art,
Or any strength of thine,
Until thy wicked froward heart
Thy Husband fhall incline.
But art thou, though without a wing
Of pow'r aloft to flee,
Yet able to do ev'ry thing,
Thy Husband ftrength'ning thee?
Doft not alone at duties fork*,
But foreign aid enjoy?
And ftill in ev'ry piece of work
Thy Husband's ftrength employ?
Thy motion heav'nly is indeed,
While thou by faith doft move;
And ftill in ev'ry time of need
Thy Husband's grace improve.
No common natʼral faith can fhew
Its divine brood like this;
Whofe object, author, feeder too,
Thy Husband only is.
Doft thou by faith on him rely?
On him, not on thy faith?
If faith fhall with its object vie,
Thy Husband's set beneath.
Their hands receiving faculty
Poor beggars never view;
But hold the royal gift in eye;
Thy Husband fo wilt thou.
Faith, like a gazing eye ne'er waits
To boaft in feeing pow'rs;
* Labour, wrestle, or toil
Its object views, itself forgets,
Thy Husband it adores.
It humbly fill itself denies,
Nor 'brags its acts at all;
Deep plung'd into its object lies.
Thy Husband is its all,
No ftrength but his it has,
No ftore but his can fhow:
Hence nothing has, yet nothing wants,
Thy Husband trains it fo.
Faith, of its own, no might can fhew,
Elfe would itself destroy;
But will for all it has to do,
Thy Husband still employ.
Self-faviours none could ever be
By faith or grace of theirs;
Their fruitless toil, fo high that flee,
Thy Husband's praise impairs.
The feemingly devouteft deed,
That would with fhameless brow
His faving trade take o'er his head,
Thy Husband won't allow.
Doft therefore thou to him alone
Commit thy finful foul?
Knowing of thy falvation
Thy Hufband is the whole?
Believers characterised by the objects and purity of their defire, delight, joy, hatred, and love, difcovering they have the Spirit of CHRIST.
OST thou his Spirit's conduct wait?
And, when compar'd to this,
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