Do mortal damps invade thy heart,
And deadness feize thee fore?
Rejoice in this, that life t' impart
Thy Husband has in store.
And when new life imparted seems
Eftablish'd as a rock,
Boaft in the fountain, not the ftreams;
Thy Husband is thy ftock.
The ftreams may take a various turn,
· The fountain never moves:
Ceafe then, o'er failing ftreams to mourn,
Thy Husband thus thee proves.
That glad thou mayft, when drops are gone,
Joy in the fpacious sea :
When incomes fail, then ftill upon.
Thy Husband keep thine eye.
But can't thou look, nor moan thy strait,
So dark's the difmal hour?
Yet, as thou'rt able, cry and wait
Thy Husband's day of pow'r.
Tell him, though fin prolong the term,
Yet love can scarce delay :
Thy want, his promise, all affirm,
Thy Husband mufl not stay.
CHRIST the Believer's enriching Treasure.
KIND Jefus lives, thy life to be
Who mak'ft him thy refuge;
And, when he comes, thou'lt joy to fee
Thy Husband fhall be judge.
Should paffing troubles thee annoy,
Without, within, or both?
Since endless life thou'lt then enjoy,
Thy Husband pledg'd his troth.
What won't he, even in time, impart
That's for thy real good?
He gave his love, he gave his heart,
Thy Husband gave his blood.
He gives himself, and what should more?
What can he then refufe?
If this won't pleafe thee, ah! how fore
Thy Husband dost abuse!
Earth's fruit, heav'n's dew he won't deny,
Whofe eyes thy need behold:
Nought under or above the sky
Thy Husband will withhold.
Doft loffes grieve? Since all is thine,
What lofs can thee befal?
All things for good to thee combine*
Thy Husband orders all
Thou'rt not puft up with barren leaves,
Or dung of earthly pelf;
More wealth than heav'n and earth he gives,
Thy Husband's thine himself.
Thou haft enough to ftay thy plaint,
Elfe thou complain'ft of ease ;
For, having all, don't fpeak of want,
Thy Husband may fuffice.
For this thy ftore, believing, take
Wealth to the utmost pitch :
The gold of Ophir cannot make,
Thy Husband makes thee rich.
Some flying gains acquire by pains,
And fome by plund'ring toil!
Such treasure fades, but thine remains,
Thy Husband's cannot spoil.
CHRIST the believer's adorning garment.
EA, thou excell'ft in rich attire
The lamp that lights the globe;
Thy fparkling garment heav'ns admire,
Thy Husband is thy robe..
This raiment never waxeth old,
'Tis always new and clean;
From fummer-heat, and winter-cold,
Thy Husband can thee fcreen.
All who the name of worthies bore,
Since Adam was undreft,
No worth acquir'd, but as they wore
Thy Husband's purple veft.
This linen fine can beautify
The foul with fin begirt:
Oblefs his name that e'er on thee:
Thy Husband spread his fkirt.
Are dunghills deck'd with flow'ry glone
Which Solomon's outvie?
Sure thine is infinitely more,
Thy Husband decks the fky.
Thy hands could never work the dref,
By grace alone thou'rt gay ;.
Grace vents and reigns through righteoufnefs,
Thy Husband's bright array.
To spin thy robe no more doit need
Than lilies toil for theirs;
Out of his bowels ev'ry thread
Thy Husband thine prepares.
CHRIST the believer's fweet Nourishment.
HY food conform to thine array
Is heav'nly and divine;
On pastures green, where angels play,
Thy Husband feeds thee fine.
Angelic food may make thee fair,
And look with chearful face;
The bread of life, the double fhare,
Thy Husband's love and grace.
What can he give or thou defire,
More than his flesh and blood?
'Let angels wonder, faints admire,
Thy Husband is thy food.
His flesh the incarnation bears
From whence thy feeding flows;
His blood the fatisfaction clears
Thy Husband both beftows.
Th' incarnate God a facrifice
To turn the wrathful tide,
Is food for faith that may fuffice
Thy Husband's guilty bride.
This ftrength'ning food may fit and fence
For work and war to come;
Till thro' the croud, fome moments hence,
Thy Husband brings thee home.
Where plenteous feafting will fucceed
To fcanty feeding here:
And joyful at the table-head
Thy Husband fair appear.
The crumbs to banquets will give place,
And drops to rivers new:
While heart and eye will face to face
Thy Husband ever view.
Containing the MARKS and CHARACTERS of the Believer in CHRIST; together with fome farther privileges and ground of comfort to the Saints.
Doubting believers called to examine, by marks drawn from their love to him and his prefence, their view of his glory, and their being emptied of felf righteousness, &'c.
OOD news! but, fays the drooping bride,
Ah! what's all this to me?
Thou doubtft thy right when fhadows hide.
Thy Husband's face from thee.
Through fin and guilt thy fpirit faints,
And trembling fears thy fate;
But harbour not thy groundlefs plaints,
Thy Husband's advent wait.
Thou fob', "O were I fure he's mine,
This would give glad'ning eafe;"
And fay', Tho' wants and woes combine,
Thy Husband would thee please.
But up and down, and feldom clear,.
Inclos'd with hellifh routs;
Yet yield thou not, nor fofter fear:
Thy Hufband hates thy doubts,.
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