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Now, now, the daunted bride her itate bewails,
And downward furls her self-exalting fails;
With pungent fear, and piercing 'terror brought
To mortify her lofty legal thought.
Why, the commandment comes, fin is reviv'd*,
That lay fo hid, while to the law she liv'd;
Infinite majesty in God is then,
And infinite malignity in fin;
That to its expiation must amount,
A sacrifice of infinite account:
Justice its dire feverity displays,
The law its vast dimensions open lays.
She fees for this broad standard nothing meet,
Save an obedience finless and complete.
Her cob-web righteousnefs, once in renown,
Is with a happy vengeance now swept down.
She who of daily faults could once but prate,
Seès now her finful, miserable state. [to dwell,
Her heart, where once she thought some good
The devil's cab'net fill'd with trash of hell.
Her boasted features now unmasked bare,
Her vaunted hopes are plung'd in deep despair.
Her haunted shelter-house in bypast years,
Comes tumbling down about her frighted ears.
Her former rotten faith, love, penitence,
She fees a bowing wall, and tott'ring fence.
Excellencies of thought, and word and deed,
All swimming, drowning in a sea of dread ;
Her beauty now deformity the deems,
Her heart much blacker than the devil seems.
With ready lips she can herself declare
The vileft ever breath'd in vital air.
Her former hopes, as refuges of lies,
Are swept away, and all her boasting dies,

* Rom. vii. a.

She once imagind Heav'n would be unjust To damn so many lumps of human duft, Form'd by himself; but now she owns it true, Damnation surely is the finner's due: Yea, now applauds the law's just doom fo well, That justly the condemns herself to hell; Does herein divine equity acquit, Herself adjudging to the lowest pit. Her language, Oh! if God condemn, I must • From bottom of my soul declare him just. • But if his great salvation me embrace, • How loudly will I fing surprising grace ! • If from the pit he to the throne me raise, • I'll rival angels in his endless praise. • If hell-deserving me to heav'n he bring,

No heart so glad, no tongue so loud shall finge • If wisdom has not laid the saving plan, • I nothing have to claim, I nothing can. My works but fin, my merit death I fee; Oh! mercy, mercy, mercy ! pity me.' Thus all felf-justifying pleas are dropp'd, Most guilty the becomes, her mouth is stopp'd, Pungent remorse does her past conduct blame, And flush her conscious cheek with spreading Her self-conceited heart is felf-convict (thame. With barbed arrows of compunction prick'd: Wonders, how justice spares her vital breath, How patient Heav'n adjourns the day of wrath; How pliant earth does not with open jaws Devour her, Korah-like, for equal cause; How yawning hell, that gapes for such a prey, Is frustrate with a further hour's delay. She that could once her mighty works exalt, And boast devotion fram'd without a fault,


Extol her natíral pow'rs, is now brought down,
Her former madness, not her pow'rs, to own.
Her present beggar'd state, moit void of grace,
Unable even to wail her woful cafe,
Quite powʻrlefs to believe, repent, or pray;.
Thus pride of duties flies and dies away.
She, like a harden'd wretch, a stupid stone,
Lies in the dust, and cries, Undone, Undone,


SECT. III. The deeply humbled foul RELIEVED with some fave

ing discoveries of Christ the Redeemer. THEN thus the wounded bride perceives

full well Herfelf the vileft finner out of hell, The blackest monster in the universe; Pensive if clouds of wo shall ééer disperse. When in her breast Heav'n's wrath fo fiercely

glows, “Twixt fear and guilt her bones have no repose. When flowing billows of amazing dread Swell to a deluge oʻer her finking head; When nothing in her heart is found to dwell, But horrid Atheism, enmity, and hell; When endless death and ruin seems at hand, And yet she cannot for her soul command A high to ease it, or a gracious thought, [bought. Though heav'n could at this petty rate be When darkness and confusion overcloud, And unto black despair temptations croud ; When wholly without strength to move or stir, And not a star by night appears to her: But she, while to the brim her troubles flow, Stands, trembling on the utmost brink of wo.

Ah! weary case! But, lo! in this fad plight The sun arises with surprising light. *The darkest midnight is his nsual time Of rising and appearing-in his prime. To lhew the hills from whence salvation springs, And chase the gloomy shades with golden wings, The glorious Husband now unvails' his face, And shews his glory full of truth and grace*; Presents unto the bride, in that dark hour, Himself a Saviour, both by price and powśr: A mighty helper to redeem the loft, Relieve and ranfore to the uttermoftt; To seek the vagrant Meep to deserts drivin, And save from lowest hell to highest heav'n. Her doleful case he fees, his bowels move, And makes her time of need his time of love f ; He lhews, to prove himself her mighty shield, His name is JESUS, by his Father feal dll : A name with attributes engrav'd within, To save from ev'ry attribute of fin. With wisdom fin's great folly to expose, And righteousness its chain of guilt to loose, Sanétification to subdue its (way, Redemption all its woful brood to slay S. Each golden letter of his glorious name Bears full delivérance both from fin and shame. Yea, not privation bear from fin and wo, But thence all positive salvations flow, To make her wise, just, holy, happy tvo. He now appears a match exactly meet To make her evóry way in him complete, In whom the fulness of the Godhead dwelis *; That the may bóaft in him, and nothing else. * John i 14.

+ Heb. vii. 25. Ezek. xvi, 6, 8. || Matt. i. 21. ØCor. i. 30.

* Col. iias 10

In gospel lines she now perceives the dawn
Of Jesus' love with bloody pencil drawn;
How God in him is infinitely pleas'd,
And Heav'n's avenging fury whole appeased :
Law-precepts magnify'd by her belovid,
And ev'ry let to stop the match remov'd.
Now in her view her prison gates break ope, ,
Wide to the walls flies up the door of bope;
And now she fees with pleasure unexpress'd
For shatter'd barks a happy shore of rest.

SECT. IV. The working of the Spirit of faith in separating the

heart from all felf-righteousness, and drawing out its consent to, and defire after Christ alone and wholly. "HE bride at Sinai little understood, How these law humblings were design'd


for good,

T' enhance the value of her Husband's blood. The tow'r of tott'ring pride thus batter'd down, Makes way for Christ alone to wear the crown. Conviction's arrows pierc'd her heart, that fo The blood from his pierc'd heart, to hers might

flow. The law's Tharp plough tears up the fallow

ground, Where not a grain of grace was to be found, Till straight perhaps behind the plow is sown The hidden feed of faith, as yet unknown. Hence now the once reluctant bride's inclin'd To give the gospel an afsenting mind, Dispos'd to take, would grace the pow'r impart, Heav'n's offer with a free consenting heart.

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