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All worldly wisdom under-rate?
Thy Husband waits to blefs.
Tak'ft thou his Spirit for thy guide
Through Baca's valley dry,
Whofe ftreams of influences glide
Thy Hufband'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 cafe
From ftrength to ftrength go on,
From faith to faith, while grace for grace
Thy Husband gives anon?

The good, the gracious work begun,
And further'd by his ftrength,

Shall profp'rous, through the wrestling, win
Thy Husband's crown at length.

Sin's pow'r and presente canft 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 lufts with all their charms?
And most them loath'ft, when moft thou haft
Thy Husband in thine arms?

Are cords of love the sweetest ties

To bind the duty-ways?

And beft thou ferv'ft when moft thou spies

Thy Husband beauteous rays?

Didst ever thou the pardon read

In tears of untold joy?

When mercy made thy heart to bleed,
Thy Husband was not coy.

Do pardons fweetly melt thy heart?
And moft imbitter fin?

And make thee long with drofs to part,
Thy Husband's throne to win?
When he arifes luft to kill,

Corruptions to destroy,

Does gladness then thy fpirit fill?
Thy Husband is thy joy.
Doft thou his perfon fair embrace
Beyond his bleffings all?

Sure, then, thou boldly mayft through grace

Thy Husband JESUS call. What company doft thou prefer?

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

Thy Husband is the best.

Whom in the earth or heav'n doft thou

Moft ardently defire?

Is love's afcending spark unto

Thy Husband fet on fire?
Haft thou a hatred to his foes,

And doft their courfe decline?
Lov'ft thou his faints, and dar'ft fuppofe
Thy Husband's friends are thine?
Doft thou their talk and walk efteem,
When most divinely grave?

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And favour'ft beft when moft they feem
Thy Husband's Sp'rit to have?

SECT. IV.

Believers in CHRIST affect his counsel, word, ordinances, appearance, full enjoyment in heaven, and fweet prefence here.

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HERE go't thou firft when in a ftrait,
Or when with grief oppreft?

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Fleeft thou to him? O happy gate!

Thy Husband is thy reft.

His counfel feek'st thou ftill prepar'd,
Nor canft without him live?

Wisdom to guide, and ftrength to guard,
Thy Husband hath to give.

Canft thou produce no pleafant pawn,
Or token of his love?

Won't fignets, bracelets, from his hand,
Thy Husband's kindness prove?
Mind'ft when he fent his healing word,
Which darted from on high,
Did light, and life, and joy afford?
Thy Husband then was nigh.
Canft thou the promise fweet forget,
He dropt into thy heart?

Such glad❜ning pow'r, and love with it,
Thy Husband did impart.

Doft thou affect his dwelling place,

And mak'ft it thy repair;

Because thine eyes have feen, through grace,
Thy Husband's glory there?
Doft love his great appearing day,
And thereon mufe with joy;
When dufky fhades will fly away,
Thy Husband death destroy?
Doft long to fee his glorious face,
Within the higher orb,

Where humid forrows lofing place,
Thy Husband's rays abforb?
Long'ft to be free of ev'ry fault,

To bid all fin adieu;

And mount the hill, where glad thou shalt
Thy Husband's glory view?

Life where it lives, love where it loves,
Will most defire to be:

Such love-fick longing, plainly proves
Thy Husband's love to thee.
What is it beft can eafe thy plaint,
Spread morning o'er thine ev'n?
Is his approach thy heart's content,
Thy Husband's prefence heav'n?
And when deny'd this fweet relief,
Canft thou affert full well,
His hiding is thy greatest grief,
Thy Husband's abfence hell?
Let thy experience be difclos'd;
If confcience anfwer Yea
To all the queries here propos'd,
Thy Husband's thine for ay.
Pertain thefe characters to thee?
Then, foul, begin and praise
His glorious worthy name, for he
Thy Husband is always.

SECT. V.

The True Believer's humility, dependence, zeal, growth, and admiration of free grace, and knowledge of CHRIST's voice.

ERHAPS a faint may figh and fay,

PERHAPS

"I fear I'm yet to learn

"These marks of marriage love." Yet stay, Thy Husband's bowels yearn.

Though darkness may the light obfcure,

And ftorms furmount thy calms,

Day yield to night, and thou be poor,
Thy Husband yet has alms.

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Doft fee thyself an empty brat,

A poor unworthy thing,
With heart upon the duft laid flat!
Thy Husband there does reign.
Art in thine own efteem a beast,
And doft thyself abhor?

The more thou haft of self-distaste,
Thy Husband loves thee more.
Can hell breed no fuch wicked elf,
As thou in thine own fight?
Thou'ft got, to fee thy filthy felf,
Thy Husband's pureft light.
Canft find no names fo black, fo vile,
With which thou would'ft compare,
But call'ft thyfelf a lump of hell?

Thy Husband calls thee fair.....
When his kind vifits makes thee fee
He's precious, thou art vile,
Then mark the hand of God with thee,
Thy Husband gives a fmile.
He knows what vifits fuit thy ftate,
And though moft rare they be,
It fets thee well on him to wait,
Thy Husband waits on thee.
Doft fee thou art both poor and weak,
And he both full and ftrong?
O don't his kind delays mistake,
Thy Husband comes ere long.
Though during Sinai's ftormy day,
Thou dread'ft the dismal blaft,
And fears thou art a caft-away,
Thy Husband comes at laft.
The glorious Sun will rife apace,
And fpread his healing wings,

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