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 ftore, 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 ftores were ages fpent,
Thy Husband'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 Husband doth engross.
The great IMMANUEL, God-man
Includes fuch ftore 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.
Though heav'n's his throne, he came from
To Jeck and Jave the loft ||;
Whatever be the vast expence,
Thy Husband's at the coft.
† John iii. 34.
Luke xix. 10.
Pleas'd to expend each drop of blood
That fill'd his royal veins,
He frank the facred victim ftood ;
Thy Husband fpar'd no pains.
His coft immenfe was in thy place ;
Thy freedom coft his thrall;
Thy glory coft him deep disgrace,
Thy Husband paid for all.
The believer's fafety under the covert of CHRIST'S atoning blood, and powerful interceffion.
HEN Heav'n proclaim'd hot war and
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 these noble terms;
Which all that prize, are hugg'd amidst
Thy Husband's folded arms.
When law condemns, and juftice 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 haft won;
In Chrift thou art his favour'd child
Thy Husband is his Son.
Vindictive wrath is whole appeas'd,
Thou need'ft not then be mov'd;
In Jesus 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 ranfom-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 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 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 promis'd good,
Thou has no more to do but plead
Thy Husband's fealing blood.
This can thee more to God commend,
And cloudy wrath difpel,
Than e'er thy finning could offend;
Thy Husband vanquish'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 ftand,
And for perfection call,
Juftice in threat'nings death demand?
Thy Husband gave it all.
His blood the fiery law did quench,
Its fummons need not fcar:
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 caufe fail'd never in his hand,
So ftrong his pleading is;
His Father grants his whole demand,
Thy Husband's wili is his.
Hell-forces all may rendezvous,
Accufers may combine;
Yet fear thou not who art his fpoufe,
Thy Husband's caufe is thine.
By folemn oath JEHOVAH did
His priefthood ratify;
Let earth and hell then counterplead,
Thy Husband gains the plea.
The Believer's FAITH aud HOPE encouraged, even in the darkest nights of defertion and distress.
HE cunning ferpent may accuse,
The God of peace will fatan bruife,
The Husband broke his head t.
Hell furies threaten to devour,
Like lion's 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 tempeft may affail,
Thy Husband's near to aid.
Though grievous trials grow a-pace,
And put thee to a stand
Thou may'st rejoice in ev'ry case,
Thy Husband's help at hand.
Truft, though, when in desertion dark,
No twinkling ftar by night,
No ray appear, no glim'ring fpark;
Thy Husband is thy light.
His beams anon the clouds can rent,
And through the vapours run;
For of the brighteft firmament,
Thy Husband is the fun.
Without the fun 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 be with skill
Brings to a wealthy land;
Rude flames and roaring floods, BE STILL,
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.
† Rom xyi. 20. * Ifa. xliii. 16.
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