Though 't cite thee to Heaven's awful bench,
Thy Husband's at the bar.
This Advocate has much to say,
His clients need not fear;
For God the Father hears him ay,
Thy Husband hath his ear.
A caufe fail'd never in his hand,
So ftrong his pleading is;
His Father grants his whole demand,
Thy Husband's will is his.
Hell-forces all may rendezvous,
Accufers may combine;
Yet fear thou not who art his spouse,
Thy Husband's cause is thine.
By folemn oath Jehovah did
His priesthood ratify;
Let earth and hell then counterplead,
Thy Husband gains the plea.
SECT. V. The Believer's Faith and Hope encouraged even in the darkest nights of desertion and diftrefs.
THE Cunning ferpent may accufe,
But never shall fucceed;
The God of peace will Satan bruife,
Thy Husband broke his head.*
Hell furies threaten to devour,
Like lions robb'd of whelps:
But, lo! in every per❜lous hour,
Thy Husband always helps.
That feeble faith may never fail,
Thine Advocate has pray'd;
Though winnowing tempefts may affail,
Thy Husband's near to aid.
Though grievous trials grow apace,
And put thee to a stand;
Thou may'ft rejoice in every cafe,
Thy Husband's help at hand.
Trust thou when in desertion dark,
No twinkling ftar by night,
No ray appear, no glimm'ring spark;
Thy Hufband is thy light.
His beams anon the clouds can rent,
And through the vapours run;
For of the brightest firmament,
Thy Hufband is the Sun.
Without the Sun who mourning go,
And scarce the way can find,
He brings through paths they do not know;†
Thy Husband leads the blind.
Through fire and water he with skill,
Brings to a wealthy land;
Rude flames and roaring floods, be fill,
Thy Husband can command.
When fin diforders heavy brings,
That prefs thy foul with weight;
Then mind how many crooked things
Thy Husband has made ftraight.
Still look to him with longing eyes,
Though both thine eyes fhould fail;
Cry, and at length, though not thy cries,
Thy Husband fhall prevail.
Still hope for favour at his hand,
Though favour don't appear;
When help seems most aloof to stand,
Thy Husband's then most near.
In cafes, hopeless-like, faint hopes
May fail, and fears annoy;
But most when tript of earthly props,
Thy Husband thou'lt enjoy.
If providence the promise thwart,
And yet thy humbled mind
'Gainft hope believes in hope, thou art,
Thy Husband's dearest friend.
Art thou a weakling, poor and faint,
In jeopardy each hour?
Let not thy weakness move thy plaint,
Thy Husband has the power.
Dread not the foes that foil'd thee long,
Will ruin thee at length;
When thou art weak, then art thou strong;
Thy Husband is thy ftrength.
When foes are mighty, many too,
Don't fear, nor quit the field:
'Tis not with thee they have to do,
Thy Husband is thy fhield.
"Tis hard to fight against an hoft,
Or ftrive against the stream
But lo! when all feems to be loft,
Thy Husband will redeem.
SECT. VI. Benefits accruing to Believers, from the offices, names, natures, and fufferings of Chrift.
ART thou by lufts a captive led,
Which breeds thy deepest grief?
To ranfom captives is his trade,
Thy Husband's thy relief.
His precious name is JESUS; why?
Because he faves from fin :†
Redemption-right he won't deny,
Thy Husband's near of kin.
His wounds have fav'd thee once from woes,
His blood from vengeance fcreen'd;
When heaven, and earth, and hell were foes,
Thy Husband was a friend:
And will thy Captain now look on,
And see thee trampled down?
When lo! thy Champion has the throne,
Thy Husband wears the crown.
Yield not, though cunning Satan bribe,
Or like a lion roar ;
The Lion ftrong of Judah's tribe,
Thy Husband's to the fore.
And that he never will forfake,†
His credit fair he pawn'd;
In hottest broils, then, courage take,
Thy Husband's at thy hand.
No ftorm needs drive thee to a strait,
Who doft his aid invoke:
Fierce winds may blow, proud waves may beat; Thy Husband is the rock.
Renounce thine own ability,
Lean to his promis'd might;
The ftrength of Ifrael cannot lie,
Thy Husband's power is plight.
An awful truth does here prefent,
Whoever think it odd;
In him thou art omnipotent,
Thy Husband is a God.
Jehovah's ftrength is in thy Head,
Which faith may boldly fcan;
God in thy nature does refide,
Thy Husband is a man.
Thy flesh is his, his Spirit thine :
And that you both are one,
One body, fpirit, temple, vine,
Thy Husband deigns to own.
Kind he affum'd thy flesh and blood
This union to purfue;
And without fhame, his brotherhood
Thy Husband does avow.
He bore the crofs, thy crown to win,
His blood he freely spilt;
The holy One assuming fin,
Thy Husband bore the guilt.
Lo! what a blefs'd exchange is this!
What wifdom fhines therein !
That thou might'ft be made righteoufuefs,
Thy Husband was made fin.*
The God of joy a man of grief,
Thy forrows to difcufs;
Pure innocence hang'd as a thief:
Thy Husband lov'd thee thus.
Bright beauty had his vifage marr'd,
His comely form abus'd:
True reft was from all reft debarr'd,
Thy Husband's heel was bruis'd.
The God of bleffings was a curse,
The Lord of lords a drudge,
The heir of all things poor in purfe :
Thy Husband did not grudge.
The Judge of all condemned was,
The God immortal flain;
No favour, in thy woful cause,
Thy Husband did obtain.
SECT. VII. Chrift's Sufferings further improved, and Believers called to live by Faith, both when they have and avant fenfible influences.
Lov praifes fing, without furceafe,
To him that frankly came,
And gave his foul a facrifice;
Thy Husband was the Lamb.
What waken'd vengeance could denounce,
All round him did befet ;
And never left his foul, till once
Thy Husband paid the debt.
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