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When fhaking ftorms annoy thy heart,
His word commands a calm:
When bleeding wounds, to eale thy fmart
Thy Hufbaud's blood's the balm.
Truft creatures nor to help thy thrall,
Nor to affwage thy grief;
Ule means, but look beyond them all,
Thy Hufband's thy relief.
If Heav'n preferibe a bitter drug,
Fret not with froward will;
This carriage may thy cure prorogue ;
Thy Hufband wants not fkill.
He fees the fore, he knows the cure
Will m.ft adapted be;
'Tis then m ft reasonable, sure,
Thy Husband choofe for thee.
Friendship is in his chastisements,
And favour in his frowns;
Then judge not then in heavy plaints,
Thy Hufband thee difowns.
The deeper his fharp lancet go.
In ripping up thy wound,
The more thy healing fhall unto
Thy Hufband's praife redound.
CHRIST the Believer's wonderful Phyfician, and wealthy Friend.
KIND Jefus empties whom he'll fill,
Cafts down whom he will raise;
He quickens whom he feems to kill;
Thy husband thus gets praife.
When awful rods are in his hand,
There's mercy in his mind;
When clouds upon his brow do stand,
Thy Hufband's heart is kind.
In various changes to and fro,
He'll ever conftant prove;
Nor can his kindnefs come and go,
Thy Hufband's name is Love.
His friends, in moft afflicted lot,
His favour most 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 Hufband's lafting love.
In's hand no cure could ever fail,
Though of a hopeless ftate;
He can in defp'rate cafes heal,
Thy Hufband's art's fo great.
The medicine he did prepare,
Can't fail to work for good:
O balfam pow'rful, precious, rare,
Thy Hufband's facred blood;
Which freely from his broached breaft
Gufh'd out like pent-up fire.
His cures are beft, his wages leaft,
Thy Hufband takes no hire.
Thou haft no worth, no might, no good;
His favour to procure:
But fee his ftore, his pow'r, his blood;
Thy Hufband's never poor.
Himfelf he humbled wond'roufly
Once to the lowest pitch,
. That bankrupts through his poverty
Thy Hufband might enrich.
His treasure is more excellent
Than hills of Ophir gold:
In telling flores were ages spent,
Thy Hufband's can't be told.
All things that fly on wings of fame,
Compar'd with this, are drofs;
Thy fearchlefs riches in his name
Thy Hufband doth ingrofs.
The great IMMANUEL, God-man,
Includes fuch ftore divine;
Angels and faints will never fcan
Thy Hufband's golden mine.
He's full of grace and truth * indeed,
Of Spirit †, merit, might;
Of all the wealth that bankrupts need
Thy Hufband's heir by right.
Tho' heav'n's his throne ‡, he came from thence,
To feek and fave the loft; t
Whatever be the vaft expence,
Thy Hufband's at the cost.
Pleas'd to expend each drop of blood
That fill'd his royal veins,
He frank the facred victim ftood;
Thy Hufband fpar'd no pains.
His coft immenfe was in thy place;
Thy freedom coft his thrall;
Thy glory coft him deep difgrace,
Thy Hufband paid for all.
The Believer's SAFETY under the Covert of CHRIST'S atoning Blood, and powerful Interceffion.
HEN Heav'n proclaim'd hot war and wrath,
And fin increas'd the ftrife;
By rich obedience unto death
Thy Hufband bought thy life.
The charges could not be abridg'd,
But on thefe noble terms;
Which all that prize, are hugg'd amidst
Thy Hufband's folded arms.
When law condemns, and juftice too
To prifon would thee hale;
As fureties kind for bankrupts do,
Thy Hufband offers bail.
God on thefe terms is reconcil'd,
And thou his heart has won;
In Chrift thou art his favour'd child,
Thy Hufband is his Son.
Vindictive wrath is whole appeas'd,
Thou needit not then be mov'd; In Jefus always he's well pleas'd, Thy Hufband his Belov'd **,
* John i. 14.
+ Luke xix. 10.
What can be laid unto thy charge,
When God d es not condemn?
Bills of complaint though foes enlarge,
Thy Hufband answers them.
When fear thy guilty mind confounds,
Full ranfom this may yield;
Thy ranfom-bill, with blood and wounds,
Thy Hufband kind has feal'd.
His promife is the fair extract
Thou haft at hand to fhew;
Stern juftice can no more exact,
Tay Hufband 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 Hufband fear'd by death.
The great condition of the band
Of promife and of blifs,
Is wrought by him, and brought to hand,
Thy Hufband's righteousness.
When therefore prefs'd in time of need
To fue the promis'd good,
Thou haft no more to do but plead
Thy Hufband's fealing blood.
This can thee more to God commend,
And cloudy wrath difpel,
Than e'er thy finning could offend;
Thy Hufband 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 Hufband fully gave.
Did holiness in precepts ftand,
And for perfection call,
Juflice in threat'nings death demand?
Thy Hufband gave it all.
His blood the fiery law did quench,
Its fummons need not fcare;
Tho't cite thee to Heav'n's awful bench,
Thy Hufband's at the bar.
This Advocate has much to fay,
His clients need not fear;
For God the Father hears him ay,
Thy Hufband hath his ear.
A caufe fail'd never in his hand,
So ftrong his pleading is;
His Father grants his whole demand,
Thy Hufband's will is his.
Hell-forces all may rendezvous,
Accufers may combine;
Yet fear thou not who art his fpoufe,
Thy Hufband's caufe is thine.
By folemn oath JEHOVAH did
His priesthood ratify;
Let earth and hell then counterplead,
Thy Hufband 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 hall fucceed;
The God of peace will Satan bruise,
Thy Hufband broke his head *
Hell furies threaten to devour,
Like lions robb'd of whelps:
But, lo! in ev'ry per'lous hour,
Thy Hufband always helps.
That feeble faith may never fail,
Thine Advocate has pray'd;
Though winnowing tempefts may affail,
Thy Hufband's near to aid.
Though grievous trials grow apace,
And put thee to a stand;
Thou may't rejoice in ev'ry cafe.
Thy Hufband's help at hand.