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A'n't thou enlighten'd now, to fee

Thy righteouiness is naught
But rags *, that cannot cover thee?

Thy Husband so has taught.
Doft see thy best performances

Deserve but hell indeed ?
And hence are led, renouncing there,

Thy Husband's blood to plead ?
When strength’ned boldly to address

That graci us throne of his,
Dult find thy ftrength and righteousness,

Thy Husband only is ?
Canft the thy most exalted frame

Renounce, as with’ring grass,
And firmly hold thine oply claim,

Thy Husband's worthiness ?
Canst pray with utmost holy pith t,

And yet renounce thy good ?
And wath nit with thy tears, but with
Thy Husband's precious blood ?

S E C T. II.
BELIEVERS described from their Faith acting by divine

Aid, and fleeing quite out of themselves to CHRIST. CAN

AN nothing less thy conscience eale,

And please thy heart; no less
Than that which justice satisfies,

Thy Husband's righteousness?
Dost see thy works fo fain'd with fin,

That thou through sin art mov'd
To seek acceptance only in

Thy Husband, the Belov'd? Dost thou remind, that once a-day

Free grace did firengthen thee,
To gift thy guilty foul away,

Thy Husband's bride to be?
Or dost 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!

# lla, lxiv, 6. + Vigour, or strength.

He did thy enmity sudue,

Thy bundage lad recall;
Made thee to choose, and close pursue

Thy Husband as thy all.
What reft, and peace, and joy enfu'd

Upon this noble choice?
Thy heart, with flow'rs of pleasures strew'd,

Thy Husband made rejoice.
Doft know thou ne'er could'st him embrace,

Tiil he embraced thee?
Nor ever lee him, till his face

Thy Husband open'd free?
And findell to this very hour,

That this is llill the charm;
Thu can't do n' thing, till with pow'r

Thy Husband thew his arm?
Canst thou do nought by nature, art,

Or any Itrength of thine,
Until thy wicked fr ward heart

Thy Husband shall incline?
But art thou, though without a wing

Of pow'r aloft to flee,
Yet able to do every thing,

Thy Husband strength’ning thee?
Dost not alone at duties fork *,

But foreign aid enj y?
And still in ev'ry piece of work

Thy Husband's strength employ?
Thy motion heav'nly is indeed,

Whilst thou by faith doli muve, And still in ev'ry time of need

Thy Husband's grace improve.
No comniun nat'ral faith can shew

Its divine brood like this;
Wh se object, author, feeder too,

Thy Husband only is.
Dolt thou by faith on him rely?

0:1 him, not on thy faith?
If faith shall with its object vie,
Thy Husband's set beneath.

* Labour, wrefle, or toil

Their hands receiving faculty

Poor beggars never view;
But hold the royal gift in eye :

Thy Husband so wilt thou.
Faith, like a gazing eye, ne'er waits

To boalt its seeing pow'rs;
Its object views, itself forgets,

Thy Husband it adores. It humbly still itself denies,

Nor brags its acts at all;
Deep plung'd into its object lies,

Thy Husband is its all.
No strength but his it has, and vaunts,

Nor store but his can show;
Hence nothing has, yet nothing wants,

Thy Husband trains it fo.
Faith, of its own, no might can shew,

Else 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 seemingly devoutest deed,

That would with shameless brow His faving trade take v'er his head,

Thy Husband won't allow.
Dost therefore thou to him alone

Commit thy finful soul?
Knowing of thy falvation
Thy Husband is the whole ? -

BELIEVERS characterized by the Objects and Purity

of their Defore, Deligbi, joy, Haired, and Love, discovering tbey leave the Spirit of Christ. D°

OST thou his Spirit's conduct wait ?

And, when compar'd to this, All worldly wisdom under-rate?

Thy Hufjand waits to bless.

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Tak'st thou his Spirit for thy guide

Through Baca's valley dry,
Whose streams of influences glide

Thy Husband's garden by ?
In digging wells here by his pow'r,

Doft find it not in vain,
While here a drop and there a show'r,

Thy Husband makes to rain ?
Hence doft thou through each weary case

From strength to strength go on,
From faith to faith, while grace for

Thy Husband gives anon?
The good, the gracious work begun,

And further'd by his strength,
Shall prosp'rous, though with wrestling, win

Thy Husband's crown at length.
Sin's pow'r and presence canst thou own

Is thy moft grievous smart,
That makes thee fob and weep alone ?

Thy Husband knows thy heart.
Does love to him make thee diftafte

Thy lusts, with all their charms?
And noft them loath'st, when most thou haft

Thy Husband in thine arms?
Are cords of love the sweetest ties

To bind thee duty.ways ?
And best thou serv’lt, when most thou spies

Thy Husband's beauteous rays?
Didít ever thou thy pardon read

In tears of untold joy ?
When mercy made thy heart to bleed,

Thy Husband was not coy?
Do pardons sweetly melt thy heart?

And most imbitter sin ?
And make thee long with drofs to part,

Thy Husband's throne to win?
When he arises lusts to kill,

Corruptions to destroy,
Does gladness then thy spirit fill;

Thy Husband is thy joy.

Dost thou his person fair embrace

Beyond his blessings all ?
Sure, then, thou boldly inayst, thro' grace,

Thy Husband Jesus call.
What company dolt thou prefer?

What friends above the rest ?
Of all relations every where,

Thy Husband is the best.
Whom in the earth or heav'n doft thou

M«It ardently desire ?
Is love's ascending spark unto

Thy Husband set on fire?
Hast thou a hatred to his foes,

And doft their course decline ?
Lov'st thou his faints, and darst suppose

Thy Husband's friends are thine ?
Duft thuu their talk and walk eileem,

When molt divinely grave?
And favour'st bell when milt they seem
Tny Husband's Sp'rit to have?

BELIEVERS in Christ effect bis Counsel, Word, Ordi,

nances, Appearance, full Enjoyment in Heaven, and Sweet Presence bere.

HERE goeft thou first when in a strait,

Or when with grief opprelt?
Fleest thou to him? O happy gate!

Thy Husband is thy reit.
His counsel seek'st thou, liill prepar'd,

Nor canst without him live?
Wisdom to guide, and firength to guard,

Thy Husband hath to give.
Canst thou produce no pleasant pawn,

Or token of his love?
Won't signets, bracelets from his hand,

Thy Husband's kindness prove?
Mind'st when he sent his healing word,

Which darting from on high,
Did light, and life, and joy afford ?

Thy Husband then was nigh.


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