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The law, that can't them help, they stab with
Yet scorn to beg, or court another mate. [hate,
Here lusts moft opposite their hearts divide,
Their beastly passion, and their bankrupt pride.
In passion they their native mate deface,
In pride disdain to be oblig'd to grace.
Hence plainly as a rule 'gainst law they live,
Yet closely to it as a cov'nant cleave.
Thus legal pride lies hid beneath the patch,
And Itrong aversion to the gospel-match. -
with CH A P. II. The manner of a finner's divorce from the law in
a work of humiliation, and of his marriage to the Lord Jesus Christ; or, the way how a finner comes to be a believer.
SECT. F. Of a LAW-work, and the workings of legal pride
under it. O proud's the bride, fo backwardly disposód; How then fhall e'er the happy match be
clos'd ? Kind grace the tumults of her heart muft quell, And draw her heav'nward by the gates of hell. The Bridegroom's Father makes, by's holy Spírit, His stern conímand with her ftiff conscience
meet; To dash her pride, and shew her outmost need, Pursues for double debt with awful dread. He makes her former husband's frightful ghost Appear and damn her, as a bankrupt loft ; With curses, threats, and Sinai thunder claps Her lofty tow'r of legal boasting saps.
These humbling storms, in high or low degrees,
Heav'n's Majesty will measure as he pleafe;
But still he makes the fiery law at least 3
Pronounce its awful sentence in her breaft,
Till through the law * convict of being loft, :**
She hopeless to the law gives up the ghost :
Which now in rigour comes full debt to crave
And in close prison caft; but not to save.
For now 'tis weak and can't (through our de-
It's greatest votaries to life exalt. [fault)
But well it can command with fire and flame,
And to the lowest pit of ruin damn.
Thus doth it, by commission from above,
Deal with the bride, when Heav'n would court her
Lo! now she startles at the Sinai trump, [love.
Which throws her soul into a dismal dump,
Conscious another husband the must have,
Elfe lie for ever in deftruction's grave.
While in conviction's jail fhe's thus inclos'd,
Glad news are heard, the royal Mate's propos’d.
And now the scornful bride's inverted ftir
Is racking fear, he scorns to match with her.
She dreads his fury, and despairs that he
Will ever wed fo vile a wretch as fhe.
And here the legal humour stirs again
To her prodigious lofs, and grievous pain :
For when the Prince prefents himself to be
Her husband, then she deems; Ah! is not he
Too fair a match for such a filthy bride?
Unconscious that the thought be wrays her pride,
Ev'n pride of merit, pride of righteoufness,
Expecting Heav'n should love her for her dress;
Unmindful how the fall her face did itain,.
And made her but a black unlovely swain;
Her whole primeval beauty quite defac’d,
And to the rank of fiends her form debas’d;
Without disfigur'd, and defil'd within,
Uncapable of any thing but fin.
Heav'n courts not any for their comely face,
But for the glorious praise of foy'reign grace,
Elle ne'er had courted one of Adam's race,
Which all as children of corruption be,
Heirs rightful of immortal misery.
Yet here the bride employs her foolish wit,
For this bright match her ugly form to fit ;
To daub her features o'er with legal paint,
That with a grace she may herself present.
Hopeful the Prince with credit might her wed,
If once some comely qualities she had.
In humble pride, her haughty spirit flags;
She cannot think of coming all in rags.
Were lhe a humble, faithful penitent, [tent,
She dreams he'd then contract with full con-
Base' varlet! thinks she'd be a match for him,
Did she but deck herself in handsome trinh,
Ah! foolish thoughts ! in legal deeps that plod,
Ah! sorry notions of a sov’reign God!
Will God expose his great, his glorious Son,
For our vile baggage to be fold and won ?
Should finful modesty the match decline,
Until its garb be brifk and superfine ;;
Alas! when should we see the marriage day?
The happy bargain muft flee up for ay.
Presumptuous souls in surly modesty,
Half-fayiours themselves would fondly be.
Then hopeful th’ other half their due will fall,
Disdain to be in Jesus' debt for all.
Vainly the first would wash themselves, and then
Address the fountain to be wash'd more clean;
First heal themselves, and then expect the balm:
Ah! many slightly cure their sudden qualm.
They heal their conscience with a tear or pray'r;
And seek no other, Christ, but perish there.
O finner! search the house, and see the thief
That spoils thy Saviour's crown, thy fout's re-
The hid, but heinous fin of unbelief. [lief,
Who can possess a quality that's good,
Till first he come to Jesus' cleansing blood ?
The pow'r that draws the bride, will also shew
Unto her by the way her hellish bue,
As void of ev'ry virtue to commend,
And full of ev'ry vice that will offend.
'Till fov'reign grace the fullen bride shall catch,
She'll never fit herself for such a match.
Most qualify'd they are in hear'n to dwell,
Who see themselves moft qualify'd for hell ;
And, ere the bride can drink salvation's cup,
Kind Heav'n must reach to hell and lift her up:
For no decorum e'er about her found,
Is, she belov'd; but on a nobler ground.
JEHOVAH's love is like his nature free,
Nor muft his creature challenge his decree;
But low at soy’reign grace's footstool creep,
Whose ways are searchless, and his judgments
deep. Yet grace's suit meets with refiftanće rude From haugbty fouls; for lake of innate good To recommend them. Thus the backward bride Affronts her suitor with her modeft pride. Black hatred for his offer'd love repays, Pride under mask of modesty displays:
In part would save herself; hence, fausy foul! Rejects the matchless Mate would save in whole.
SECT. II. Conviction of sin and WRATH, cårried on more
deeply and effectually on the beart. O proudly forward is the bride, and now Stern Heay'n begins to stare with cloudier
brow; Law-curses come with more condemning pow'r, To scorch her conscience with a fiery show'r. And more refulgent flashes darted in; For by the law the knowledge is of fin* Black Sinai thund'ring louder than before, Does awful in her lofty bosom roar. [airtht, Heav'n's furious storms now rise from ev'ry, In ways more terrible to shake the earthi, 'Till baughtiness of men be sunk thereby, That Christ alone may be exalted high. Now ftable earth seems from her centre tost, And lofty mountains in the ocean loft. Hard rocks of fint, and haughty hills of pride, Are torn in pieces by the roaring tide. Each flash of new conviction's lucid rays Heart-errors, undiscern'd till now, displays: Wrath's masly cloud upon the conscience breaks, And thus menacing Heav'n, in thunder speaks; • Black wretch, thou madly under foot hast trode • Th' authority of a commanding God;
Thou, like thy kindred that in Adam fell, • Art but a law-renversing lump of hell, * And there by law and justice doom'd todwell.”
* Rom. ii. 20.*' Wind, or quarter. I Ifa. ii. 17, 19.