Doft therefore thou to him alone

Commit thy finful foul?

Knowing of thy falvation

Thy Husband is the whole.

SECT. III.

Believers characterised by the objects and pu

rity of their defire, delight, joy, hatred, and love, discovering they have the Spirit of Chrift.

Dost thou his Spirit's conduct wait?

And, when compar'd to this,
All worldly wisdom underrate?
Thy Husband waits to bless.

Tak'ft thou his Spirit for thy guide
Through Baca's valley dry,
Whofe ftreams of influences glide
Thy Husband's garden by?

In digging wells here by his power
Doft find it not in vain,

While here a drop, and there a shower,
Thy Husband makes to rain?

Hence doft thou through each weary cafe,
From ftrength to ftrength go on,
From faith to faith, while grace for grace
Thy Husband gives anon?

The good, the gracious work begun,
And further'd by his strength,

Shall profp'rous, though with wrestling, win
Thy Husband's crown at length.

Sin's power and presence canft thou own
Is thy moft grievous smart,

That makes thee fob, and weep alone?
Thy Husband knows thy heart.

Does love to him make thee distaste

Thy lufts with all their charms?

And moft them loath'ft, when most thou haft
Thy Husband in thine arms?

Are cords of love the fweetest ties
To bind thee duty-ways?

And beft thou ferv'ft when moft thou spies
Thy Husband's beauteous rays?

Didft ever thou thy pardon read
In tears of untold joy?

When mercy made thy heart to bleed,
Thy Husband was not coy.

Does pardon fweetly melt thy heart?
And moft imbitter fin?

And make thee long with dross to part,
Thy Husband's throne to win?

When he arifes lufts to kill,
Corruptions to destroy,

Does gladnefs then thy fpirit fill?
Thy Husband is thy joy.

Doft thou his perfon fair embrace

Beyond his bleffings all?

Sure, then, thou boldly mayft through grace

Thy Husband Jefus call.

What company doft thou prefer?

What friends above the reft?

Of all relations every where,

Thy Husband is the best.

Whom in the earth or heav'n dost thou

Most ardently defire?

Is love's afcending fpark unto

Thy Husband fet on fire?

Haft thou a hatred to his foes,

And doft their courfe decline?
Lov't thou his faints, and dar'ft fuppofe
Thy Husband's friends are thine?

Doft thou their talk and walk esteem,
When most divinely grave;

And favour'ft beft when moft they feem
Thy Husband's Spirit to have?

SECT. IV. Believers in Chrift affect his counsel, word, ordinances, appearance, full enjoyment in heaven, and fweet prefence here.

WHERE go'ft thou firft when in a strait,
Or when with grief oppreft?
Fleest thou to him? Ó happy gate,
Thy Husband is thy rest.

His counfel feek'st thou ftill prepar'd,
Nor canft without him live?
Wisdom to guide, and ftrength to guard,
Thy Husband hath to give.

Canft thou produce no pleasant pawn,
Or token of his love?

Won't fignets, bracelets, from his hand,
Thy Husband's kindnefs prove?

Mind'st when he fent his healing word,
Which, darting from on high,
Did light, and life, and joy afford?
Thy Husband then was nigh.

Canft thou the promife fweet forget
He dropt into thy heart?
Such glad❜ning power and love with it,

Thy Husband did impart.

Doft thou affect his dwelling place,

And mak'ft it thy repair:

Because thine eyes have feen, through grace,
Thy Husband's glory there?

Doft love his great appearing day,

And thereon muse with joy;
When dusky fhades will fly away,
Thy Husband death destroy?
Doft long to fee his glorious face
Within the higher orb,

Where humid forrows lofing place,
Thy Husband's rays abforb?
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Long'ft to be free of ev'ry fault,

To bid all fin adieu ?

And mount the hill, where glad thou fhalt
Thy Husband's glory view?

Life where it lives, love where it loves,
Will moft defire to be:

Such love fick longing plainly proves
Thy Husband's love to thee.
What is it beft can eafe thy plaint,
Spread morning o'er thine ev'n?
Is his approach thine heart's content,
Thy Husband's presence heav'n ?
And when deny'd this fweet relief,
Canft thou affert full well,
His hiding is thy greatest grief,
Thy Husband's abfence hell?
Let thy experience be disclos'd;
If confcience answer Yea
To all the queries here propos'd,
Thy Husband's thine for ay.
Pertain these characters to thee?
Then, foul, begin and praise
His glorious worthy name, for he
Thy Husband is always.

SECT. V. The true Believer's humility, dependence, zeal, growth, admiration of free grace, and knowledge of Chrift's

voice.

PERHAPS a faint may figh and fay,
"I fear I'm yet to learn

"These marks of marriage love," yet stay,

Thy Husband's bowels yearn.

Though darkness may the light obfcure,

And storms furmount thy calms,

Day yield to night, and thou be poor,
Thy Husband yet has alms.

Doft fee thyfelf an empty brat,

A poor unworthy thing,

With heart upon the duft laid flat?

Thy Husband there does reign.

Art in thine own esteem a beast,
And doft thyself abhor?

The more thou haft of felf distaste,
Thy Husband loves thee more.
Can hell breed no fuch wicked elf,
As thou in thine own fight?
Thou'ft got, to fee thy filthy felf,
Thy Husband's pureft light.

Canft find no names fo black, so vile,
With which thou wouldst compare,
But call'ft thyfelf a lump of hell?
Thy Husband calls thee fair.

When his kind vifits make thee fee
He's precious, thou art vile,
Then mark the hand of God with thee,
Thy Husband gives a smile.

He knows what vifits fuit thy-ftate,
And though most rare they be,
It fets thee well on him to wait,
Thy Husband waits on thee.

Doft fee thou art both poor and weak,
And he both full and strong?

O do not his delays mistake,

Thy Husband comes ere long.

Though during Sinai's ftormy stay,
Thou dreadft the dismal blaft,
And fear'st thou art a caft-away,
Thy Husband comes at last.

The glorious Sun will rife apace,
And fpread his healing wings,
In fparkling pomp of fovereign grace,
Thy Husband gladness brings.