That this kind DAYS-MAN in one band Might God and man betroth, He on both parties lays his hand, 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 And that thy tears might all be drain'd, His bondage all thy freedom bought, His grappling all thy grandeur brought, "T is by his shock thy sceptre sways, Do mortal damps invade thy heart, 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, 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, Yet, as thou 'rt able, cry and wait Tell him though sin prolong the term, 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 Should passing troubles thee annoy, Since endless life thou 'lt then enjoy, What wont he, ev'n in time, impart 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 ! ? 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, All things for good to thee combine,* 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; From this thy store, believing, take The gold of Ophir cannot make, Some flying gains acquire by pains * 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, This raiment never waxes old, All who the name of worthies bore, No worth acquired, but as they wore This linen fine can beautify The soul with sin begirt: O bless his name that e'er on thee |