Though fecret lufts, with hid contest,
By heavy groans reveal'd,
And devils rage; yet do their best,
Thy Hufband keeps the field.
When, in defertion's evening dark,
Thy fteps are apt to flide,
His conduct feek, his counsel mark;
Thy Husband is thy guide.
In doubts, renouncing felf-conceit,
His word and Spirit prize :
He never counsell'd wrong as yet,
Thy Hufband is fo wife.
When weak, thy refuge feeft at hand,
Yet cannot run the length;
'Tis prefent power to understand
Thy Husband is thy ftrength.
When shaking storms annoy thy heart,
His word commands a calm:
Of bleeding wounds to eafe the fmart,
Thy Hufband's blood is balm.
Trust creatures, nor to help thy thrall,
Nor to affuage thy grief:
Ufe means, but look beyond them all;
Thy Husband's thy relief.
If Heaven prescribes a bitter drug,
Fret not with froward will;
This carriage may thy cure prorogue;
Thy Husband wants not skill.
He fees the fore, he knows the cure
Will moft adapted be;
"Tis then moft reasonable, fure,
Thy Husband choose for thee.
Friendship is in his chaftifements,
And favour in his frowns;
Thence judge not then in heavy plaints,
Thy Husband thee disowns:
The deeper his fharp lancet go
In ripping up thy wound,
The more thy healing fhail unto
Thy Husband's praise redound.
SECT. III. Chrift the believer's wonderful Physician and wealthy Friend.
KIND Jefus empties whom he'll fill,
Cafts down whom he will raise ;
He quickens whom he seems to kill;
Thy Hufband thus gets praife.
When awful rods are in his hand,
There's mercy in his mind;
When clouds upon his brow do ftand,
Thy Hufband's heart is kind.
In various changes to and fro,
He'll ever constant prove;
Nor can his kindness come and go,
Thy Husband's name is Love.
His friends in most afflicted lot
His favour must have felt;
For when they're try'd in furnace hot,
Thy Hufband's bowels melt.
When he his bride or wounds, or heals,
Heart kindness does him move ;
And wraps in frowns as well as fmiles,
Thy Husband's lasting love.
In's hand no cure could ever fail,
Though of a hopeless state,
He can in defp'rate cafes heal,
Thy Husband's art's fo great.
The medicine he did prepare,
Can't fail to work for good:
O balfam powerful, precious, rare,
Thy Hufband's facred blood:
Which freely from his broached breast
Gufh'd out like pent up fire.
His cures are beft, his wages least,
Thy Husband takes no hire.
Thou haft no worth, no might, no good,
His favour to procure:
But fee his store, his power, his blood!
Thy Husband's never poor.
Himself he humbled wond'rously
Once to the lowest pitch,
That bankrupts through his poverty
Thy Husband might enrich.
His treasure is more excellent
Than hills of Ophir gold:
In telling ftores were ages spent,
Thy Husband's can't be told.
All things that fly on wings of fame,
Compar'd with these are drofs;
Thy fearchlefs riches in his name,
Thy Husband doth engrofs.
The great Immanuel, God-man,
Includes fuch store divine;
Angels and faints will never fcan
Thy Husband's golden mine.
He's full of grace and truth* indeed,
Of Spirit, merit, might;
Of all the wealth that bankrupts need
Thy Husband's heir by right.
Tho' heav'n's his throne, he came from thence,
To feek and fave the loft ;§
Whatever be the vast expence,
Thy Husband's at the cost.
Pleas'd to expend each drop of blood
That fill'd his royal veins,
*John i. 14. t John iii. 34. Ifa. Ixvi. 1. § Luke xix. 10.
He frank the facred victim ftood;
Thy Husband spar'd no pains.
His coft immenfe was in thy place;
Thy freedom coft his thrall;
Thy glory coft him deep difgrace,
Thy Husband paid for all.
SECT. IV. The believer's fafety under the covert of Chrifl's atoning blood, and potverful interceffion.
WHEN Heav'n proclaim'd hot war and wrath,
And fin increas'd the ftrife;
By rich obedience unto death,
Thy Husband bought thy life.
The charges could not be abridg'd,
But on thefe noble terms;
Which all that prize, are hugg'd amidst
Thy Husband's folded arms.
When law condemns, and justice too
To prifon would thee hale;
As fureties kind for bankrupts do,
Thy Husband offers bail.
God on thefe terms is reconcil'd,
And thou his heart haft won :
In Chrift thou art his favour'd child,
Thy Husband is his Son.
Vindictive wrath is whole appeas'd,
Thou need not then be mov'd;
In Jefus always he's well pleas'd,
Thy Husband's his Belov'd.*
What can be laid unto thy charge,
When God does not condemn ?
Bills of complaint, though foes enlarge,
Thy Husband answers them.
When fear thy guilty mind confounds,
Full comfort this may yield;
Thy ransom bill with blood and wounds,
Thy Husband kind has feal'd.
His promife is the fair extract
Thou haft at hand to fhew
Stern juftice can no more exact,
Thy Husband paid its due.
No terms he left thee to fulfil,
No clog to mar thy faith;
His bond is fign'd, his latter will,
Thy Husband feal'd by death.
The great condition of the band
Of promife and of blifs,
Is wrought by him, and brought to hand
Thy Husband's righteousness.
When therefore prefs'd in time of need,
To fue the promise good,
Thou haft no more to do but plead
Thy Husband's fealing blood.
This can thee more to God commend,
And cloudy wrath dispel,
Than e'er thy finning could offend;
Thy Husband vanquifh'd hell.
When vengeance feems, for broken laws,
To light on thee with dread;
Let Chrift be umpire of thy cause,
Thy Husband well can plead.
He pleads his righteousness that brought
All rents the law could crave;
Whate'er its precepts, threat'nings, fought,
Thy Husband fully gave.
Did holiness in precepts stand,
And for perfection call,
Justice in threat'nings death demand ?
Thy Husband gave it all.
His blood the fiery law did quench,
Its fummons need not fear:
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