Wait at his shore, and be not fear'd,
Thy Husband's ship's a-sail.

Yea, though in duties sense may miss
Thy soul's beloved One,

Yet do not faint, for never is

Thy Husband wholly gone.

Though Satan, sin, earth, hell, at once,
Would thee of joy bereave,

Mind what he said, he wont renounce;
Thy Husband will not leave.

Though foes assail, and friendship fail,
Thou hast a friend at court:

The gates of hell shall ne'er prevail,
Thy Husband is thy fort.

SECTION VIII.

COMFORT TO BELIEVERS FROM THE STABILITY OF THE PROMISE, NOTWITHSTANDING HEAVY CHASTISEMENTS FOR SIN.

TAKE well, howe'er kind Wisdom may

Dispose thy present lot;

Tho' heav'n and earth should pass away,

Thy Husband's love will not.

All needful help he will afford,
Thou hast his vow and oath;
And once to violate his word

Thy Husband will be loath.

To fire and floods with thee he'll down,
His promise this insures,

Whose credit cannot burn nor drown:
Thy Husband's truth endures.

Dost thou no more his word believe,
Than mortal man's, forsooth ?
O do not thus his Spirit grieve!
Thy Husband is the Truth.

Though thou both wicked art and weak,

His word he 'll never rue;

Though heav'n and earth should blend and break, Thy Husband will be true.

I'll never leave thee,* is his vow,

If Truth has said the word.

While Truth is truth, this word is true,

Thy Husband is the Lord.

*Heb. xiii. 5.

Thy covenant of duties may

Prove daily most unsure: His covenant of grace for ay Thy Husband does secure.

Dost thou to him thy promise break,

And fear he break to thee?

Nay, not thy thousand crimes can make

Thy Husband once to lie.

He visit will thy sins with strokes,
And lift his heavy hand;

But never once his word revokes,

Thy Husband's truth will stand.

Then dream not he is chang'd in love, When thou art chang'd in frame; Thou mayst by turns unnumber'd move, Thy Husband's ay the same.

He for thy follies may thee bind

With cords of great distress;

To make thee moan thy sins, and mind Thy Husband's holiness,

By wounds he makes thee seek his cure;

By frowns his favor prize;

By falls affrighting, stand more sure;

Thy Husband is so wise.

Proud Peter in the dirt of vice

Fell down exceeding low;

His tow'ring pride, by tumbling thrice,
Thy Husband cured so.

Before he suffer pride that swells,
He'll drag thee through the mire
Of sins, temptations, little hells;
Thy Husband saves by fire.

He in affliction's mortar may
Squeeze out old Adam's juice,
Till thou return to him, and say,
Thy Husband is thy choice.

Fierce billows may thy vessel toss,
And crosses curses seem;

But that the curse has fled the cross,
Thy Husband bids thee deem.

Conclude not he in wrath disowns,
When trouble thee surrounds;
These are his favorable frowns,

Thy Husband's healing wounds.

Yea, when he gives the deepest lash,
Love leads the wounding hand :
His stroke, when sin has got a dash,
Thy Husband will remand.

SECTION IX.

COMFORT TO BELIEVERS, IN CHRIST'S RELATIONS, IN HIS DYING
LOVE, HIS GLORY IN HEAVEN, TO WHICH HE WILL LEAD THEM
THROUGH DEATH, AND SUPPLY WITH ALL NECESSARIES BY THE
WAY.

BEHOLD the patrimony broad
That falls to thee by line;
In Him thou art an heir of God,
Thy Husband's Father's thine.

He is of relatives a store;

Thy Friend will help in thrall:
Thy Brother much, thy Father more,
Thy Husband most of all.

All these he does amass and share,
In ways that most excel:

'Mong all the husbands ever were,
Thy Husband bears the bell.

Whence run the streams of all thy good,
But from his pierced side;