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If all these things this fuitor kind can do,
Then he may win her, and her blessing too.
Hard terms: indeed! while death's the first

demand;
But love is strong as death *, and will not stand
To carry on the suit, and make it good,
Though at the deareft rate of wounds and

blood.. The burden's heavy, but the back is broad, The glorious lover is the mighty God t. Kind bowels yearning in th' eternal Son, He left his Father's court, his heavn'ly throne :: Afide he threw his most divine array, And wrapt his Godhead in a veil of clay. Angelic armies, who in glory crown'd, With joyful harps his awful throne surround, Down to the crystal frontier of the sky 1. To fee. the Saviour born, did eager fly; And ever since behold with wonder freth Their Sov'reign and our Saviour wrapt in filesh.. Who in his garb. did mighty love display,'., Restoring what he never took away 9, To God his glory, to the law its due, To heav'n its honour, to the earth its hue, , To man a righteousness divine, completes ; A royal robe to suit the nuptial rite.. He in her favours, whom he lov'd so well, At once did purchase heav'n, and vanquish hell. Oh! unexampled love ! so vast, so strong, So great, fo high, so deep, fo broad, so long! Can finite thought this ocean huge explore, Unconscious of a bottom or a shore ? * Song viii. 6. + Ifa. ix. 6. | Luke.ii. 9-16

Plalm Ixix. iy.

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His love admits no parallel, for why,
At one great draught of love he drank hell dry.
No drop of wrathful gall he left behind ;
No dreg to witness that he was unkind.
The sword of awful justice pierc'd his fide,
That mercy thence might gush upon the bride.
The meritorious labours of his life,
And glorious conquests of his dying. Itrife ;
Her debt of doing, suffʻring, both cancellid,
And broke the bars his lawful captive held.
Down to the ground the hellish hoft he threwo.
Then mounting high the trump of triumph
Attended with a bright seraphic band, [blew,
Sat down enthron'd fublimeon God's sight-hand;
Where: glorious choirs their various, harps

employ;
To found his praises with confed’rate joy..
There he, the bride's strong intercessor fits,
And thence the blessings of his blood transmitsi,
Sprinkling all o'er the flaming throne of God,
Pleads for her pardon his atoning blood;
Sends down his holy co-eternal Dove,
To shew the wonders of: incarnate love,
To woo and win the bride's reluctant heart,
And pierce it with his kindly killing dart;,
By gospel light to manifest that now
She has no further with the law to do;
That her new lord has loos'd the fed'ral tie,
That once hard bound her or to do or die ;
That precepts, threats, no single mite can crave..
Thus for her former spouse he diggd a grave;
The law.faft to his crofs did nail and pin,
Then bury'd the defunct his tomb within,
That he the lonely widow to himself might.

win.

SECT. III.

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Man's LEGAL difpofition.
U.T, after all, the bride's so malecontent,
No argument, fave power,

is prevalent
Tobow her will, and gain her heart's consent.
The glorious Prince's suit she disapproves,
The law, her old. primordial husband, loves ;
Hopeful in its embraces life to have,
Though dead and bury'd in her suitor's grave;
Unable to give life, as once before;
Unfit to be a husband any more.
Yet proudly she the new address disdains,
And all the blest Redeemer's love and pains ;
Though now his head, that cruel thorns did

wound, Is with immortal glory circled round 3 Archangels at his awful footstool bow, And drawing love fits smiling on his brow: Though down he fends in gospel-tidings good, Epistles of his love, fign'd with his blood : Yet lordly, the the royal suit rejects, Eternal life by legal works affects ; In vain the living feeks among the dead *, Sues quick’ning comforts in a killing head.. Her dead and bury'd husband has her heart, Which can nor death remove, nor life impart: Thus all revolting Adam's. blinded race, In their first spouse their hope and comfort:

place. They natively expect, if guilt them press, Salvation by a home-bred righteousness ::

* Lake xxvi. S.

They look for favour in JEHOVAH's eyes,
By careful doing all that in them lies.
'Tis still their primary attempt to draw
Their life and comfort from the vet'ran law ;
They flee not to the hope the gofpel gives;
To trust a promise bare, their minds aggrieves,
Which judge the man that does, the man

that lives. As native as they draw their vital breath, Their fond recourse is to the legal path. Why, says old nature, in law-weded man, “Won't Heav'n be pleas'd, if I do all I can? • If I conform my walk to nature's light, * And strive, intent to practise what is right ; "Thus won't I by the God of heav'n be bless'd,

And win his favour, if I do my best? •Good God! (he cries) - when press'd withi

debt and thrall, Have patience with me, and I'll pay thee all *' Upon their all, their best, they're fondly mad, Though yet their all is naught, their best is bad. Proud man his can does mightily exalts, Yet are his brightest works but fplendid faults. A finner may have shews of good, but still The best he can, ev'n at his beft, is ill. Can heav'n or divine favour e'er be win By those that are a mass of hell and fin? The righteous law does numérous woes de

nounce

Against the wretched soul that fails but once :: What heaps of curses on their heads it rears, That have amasséd the guilt of numérous years!

* Matth. xviii. 26..

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SAY,

Man's strict attachment to legal Terms, or to the

law as a condition of life.
AY, on what terms then Heav'n appeased

will be ?
Why, sure perfection is the least degree.
Yea, more, full satisfaction must be givón
For trespass

, done against the laws of Heav'n.
These are the terms : what mortal back so broad,
But must for ever fink beneath the load?
A ransom must be found, or die they must,
Sure, even as justice infinite is juft.
But, says the legal, proud, self-righteous heart,
Which cannot with her ancient confort part,
• What! won't the goodness of the God of

heav'n, • Admit of smalls, when greater can't be given ? • He knows our fall diminsh'd all our funds, • Wont he accept of pennies now for pounds ? ..Sincere endeavours for perfection take, "Or terins more possible for mankind make?' Ah! poor divinity, and jargon loose; Such hay and straw will never build the house. Miftake not here, proud mortal, don't mistake, God changes not, nor other terms will make. Will divine faithfulness itself deny, Which swore folemnly, Man fhall do or die? Will God most true extend to us, forsooth, His goodness, to the damage of his truth? Will spotless holiness be baffled thus? Or awful justice be unjust for us? Shall faithfulness be faithlefs for our fake, And he his threats, as we his precepts break?

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