When shaking storms annoy thy heart,
His word commands a calm :
When bleeding wounds, to ease thy smart
Thy Husband's blood's the balm.
Trust creatures nor to help thy thrall,
Nor to afswage thy grief;
Ufe means, but look beyond them all,
Thy Husband's thy relief.
If Heav'n prescribe 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 most adapted be;
'Tis then most reasonable, fure,
Thy Husband choose for thee.
Friendship is in his chastisements,
And favour in his frowns;
Then judge not then in heavy plaints,
Thy Husband thee disowns.
The deeper his sharp lancet go
In ripping up thy wound,
The more thy healing shall unto
Thy Husband's praise redound.
SECT. III.
CHRIST the Believer's wonderful Physician, and wealthy Friend.
KIND Jesus empties whom he'll fill,
Cafts down whom he will raise;
He quickens whom he seems to kill;
Thy husband thus gets praise.
When awful rods are in his hand,
There's mercy in his mind;
When clouds upon his brow do stand,
Thy Husband'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 most have felt;
For when they're try'd in furnace hot,
Thy Husband's bowels melt.
When he his bride or wounds or heals, Heart-kindness does him move;
And wraps in frowns as well as smiles
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 pow'rful, precious, rare,
Thy Husband's facred blood;
Which freely from his broached breaft
Gufh'd out like pent-up fire.
His cures are best, his wages least,
Thy Husband takes no hire.
Thou hast no worth, no might, no good;
His favour to procure:
But fee his store, his pow'r, his blood;
Thy Husband's never poor.
Himself he humbled wond'roufly
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 stores were ages spent,
Thy Husband's can't be told.
All things that fly on wings of fame,
Compar'd with this, are drofs;
Thy searchless riches in his name
Thy Husband doth ingrofs.
The great IMMANUEL, God-man,
Includes such store divine;
Angels and faints will never scan
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 I, he came from thence,
To feek and fave the loft; t
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,
He frank the sacred victim stood;
Thy Husband spar'd no pains.
His cost immenfe was in thy place;
Thy freedom cost his thrall;
Thy glory coft him deep disgrace,
Thy Husband paid for all.
The Believer's SAFETY under the Covert of CHRIST'S atoning Blood, and powerful Interceffion.
WHEN Heav'n proclaim'd hot war and wrath,
fin increas'd the strife;
By rich obedience unto death
Thy Husband bought thy life.
The charges could not be abridg'd,
But on these 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 these terms is reconcil'd,
And thou his heart has won;
In Christ thou art his favour'd child,
Thy Husband is his Son.
Vindictive wrath is whole appeas'd,
Thou needit not then be mov'd;
In Jesus always he's well pleas'd,
Thy Husband 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 ransom this may yield;
Thy ransom-bill, with blood and wounds,
Thy Husband kind has feal'd.
His promise is the fair extract
Thou hast at hand to shew;
Stern justice 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 sign'd, his latter-will
Thy Husband fear'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 press'd in time of need
To fue the promis'd good,
Thou hast 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 vanquish'd hell.
When vengeance seems, for broken laws,
To light on thee with dread,
Let Christ 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 scare;
Tho't cite thee to Heav'n'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 cause fail'd never in his hand,
So strong his pleading is;
His Father grants his whole demand,
Thy Husband's will is his.
Hell-forces all may rendezvous,
Accusers 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.
The Believer's FAITH and HOPE encouraged, even in the darkest Nights of Defertion and Distress.
THE cunning ferpent may accuse,
But never shall fucceed;
The God of peace will Satan bruise,
Thy Husband broke his head *
Hell furies threaten to devour,
Like lions robb'd of whelps:
But, lo! in ev'ry per'lous hour,
Thy Husband always helps.
That feeble faith may never fail,
Thine Advocate has pray'd;
Though winnowing tempests may assail,
Thy Husband's near to aid.
Though grievous trials grow apace,
And put thee to a stand;
Thou may'st rejoice in ev'ry cafe.
Thy Husband's help at hand.
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