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That this kind DAYS-MAN in one band

Might God and man betroth,

He on both parties lays his hand,
Thy Husband pleases both.

The blood that could stern justice please,

And law-demands fulfil,

Can also guilty conscience ease;

Thy Husband clears the bill.

Thy highest glory is obtain'd
By his abasement deep;

And that thy tears might all be drain'd,
Thy Husband chose to weep.

His bondage all thy freedom bought,
He stoop'd so lowly down;

His grappling all thy grandeur brought,
Thy Husband's cross thy crown.

"T is by his shock thy sceptre sways,
His warfare ends thy strife;
His poverty thy wealth conveys,
Thy Husband's death thy life.

Do mortal damps invade thy heart,
And deadness seize thee sore?

Rejoice in this, that life t' impart

Thy Husband has in store.

And when new life imparted seems

Establish'd as a rock,

Boast in the fountain, not the streams;

Thy Husband is thy stock.

The streams may take a various turn,

The fountain never moves :

Cease then, o'er failing streams to mourn,
Thy Husband thus thee proves.

That glad thou mayst, when drops are gone,

Joy in the spacious sea:

When incomes fail, then still upon

Thy Husband keep thine eye.

But can't thou look, nor moan thy strait,
So dark 's the dismal hour?

Yet, as thou 'rt able, cry and wait
Thy Husband's day of pow'r.

Tell him though sin prolong the term,
Yet love can scarce delay:

Thy want, his promise, all affirm

Thy Husband must not stay.

SECTION VIII.

CHRIST THE BELIEVER'S ENRICHING TREASURE.

KIND Jesus lives, thy life to be

Who mak'st him thy refuge;

And, when he comes, thou 'lt joy to see
Thy Husband shall be judge.

Should passing troubles thee annoy,
Without, within, or both?

Since endless life thou 'lt then enjoy,
Thy Husband pledg'd his troth.

What wont he, ev'n in time, impart
That's for thy real good?

He

gave his love, he gave his heart, Thy Husband gave his blood.

He gives himself, and what should more

What can he then refuse?

If this wont please thee, ah! how sore

Thy Husband dost abuse !

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Earth's fruit, heav'n's dew, he wont deny, Whose eyes thy need behold:

Nought under or above the sky

Thy Husband will withhold.

Do losses grieve? Since all is thine,
What loss can thee befall?

All things for good to thee combine,*
Thy Husband orders all.

Thou 'rt not put off with barren leaves,

Or dung of earthly pelf;

More wealth than heaven and earth he gives, Thy Husband 's thine himself.

Thou hast enough to stay thy plaint,

Else thou complain'st of ease;
For, having all, do n't speak of want,
Thy Husband may suffice.

From this thy store, believing, take
Wealth to the utmost pitch:

The gold of Ophir cannot make,
Thy Husband makes thee rich.

Some flying gains acquire by pains
And some by plund'ring toil

* Rom. viii. 28.

Such treasures fade, but thine remains, Thy Husband's cannot spoil.

SECTION IX.

CHRIST THE BELIEVER'S ADORNING GARMENT

YEA, thou excell'st in rich attire

The lamp that lights the globe,

Thy sparkling garment heav'ns admire,
Thy Husband is thy robe.

This raiment never waxes old,
'T is always new and clean;
From summer heat, and winter cold,
Thy Husband can thee screen.

All who the name of worthies bore,
Since Adam was undrest,

No worth acquired, but as they wore
Thy Husband's purple vest.

This linen fine can beautify

The soul with sin begirt:

O bless his name that e'er on thee
Thy Husband spread his skirt.

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