Christ the Believer's Friend, Prophet, | Trust creatures, nor to help thy Priest, King, Defence, Guide,

thrall, Guard, Help, and Healer.

Nor to assuage thy grief;

Use means, but look beyond them all, DEAR soul, when all the human race Thy Husband's thy relief.

Lay welt'ring in their gore, If Heav'n prescribe a bitter drug, Vast numbers in that dismal case Fret not with froward will;

Thy Husband passed o’er. This carriage may thy cure prorogue; But pray, why did he thousands pass, Thy Husband wants no skill. And set bis heart on thee?

He sees the sore, he knows the cure The deep, the searchless reason was, Will most adapted be;

Thy Husband's love is free. 'Tis then most reasonable, sure, The forms of favour, names of grace, Thy Husband choose for thee. And offices of love,

Friendship is in his chastisements, He bears for thee, with open face, And favour in his frowns;

Thy Husband's kindness prove. Thence judge not then, in heavy 'Gainst darkness black, and error

plaints, blind,

Thy Husband thee disowns. Thou hast a sun and shield; The deeper his sharp lancet go, And to reveal the Father's mind, In ripping up thy wound,

Thy Husband-Prophet seal'd. The more thy healing shall unto He likewise, to procure thy peace, Thy Husband's praise redound.

And save from sin's arrest, Resigned himself a sacrifice;

Thy Husband is thy Priest." And, that he might thy will subject, Christ the Believer's wonderful Phy, And sweetly captive bring,

Which freely from his broached Which all that prize are hugg'd breast

amidst Gush'd out like pent-up fire: Thy Husband's folded arms. His cures are best, his wages least, When law condemns, and justice too Thy Husband takes no hire.

To prison would thee hale; Thou hast no worth, no might, no As sureties kind for bankrupts do, good,

Thy Husband offers bail. His favour to procure:

God on these terms is reconcil'd, But see his store, his pow'r, his blood, And thou his heart hast won; Thy Husband's never poor.

In Christ thou art his favour'd child, Himself he humbled wondrously Thy Husband is his Son. Once to the lowest pitch,

Vindictive wrath is whole appeas'd, That bankrupts through his poverty Thou need'st not then be mov’d;

Thy Husband might enrich. In Jesus always he's well pleasid, His treasure is more excellent

Thy Husband's his Belov’d. Than hills of Ophir gold; What can be laid unto thy charge, In telling store were ages spent,

When God does not condemn? Thy Husband's cann't be told. Bills of complaint though foes enlarge, All things that fly on wings of fame, Thy Husband answers them.

Compar’d with this are dross; When fear thy guilty mind confounds, For searchless riches in his name Full comfort this may yield;

Thy Husband's doth engross. Thy ransom-bill with blood and The great IMMANUEL, God-Man,

wounds Includes such store divine;

Thy Husband kind has seal'd. Angels and saints will never scan His promise is the fair extract

Thy Husband's golden mine. Thou hast at hand to show; He's full of grace and truth indeed, Stern justice can no more exact, Of Spirit, merit, might;

Thy Husband paid its due. Of all the wealth that bankrupts No terms he left thee to fulfil, need

No clog to mar thy faith; Thy Husband's heir by right. His bond is sign’d, his latter-will Though heav'n's his throne, he came Thy Husband's seald by death. from thence

The great condition of the band To seek and save the lost:

Of promise and of bliss, Whatever be the vast expense, Is wrought by him, and brought to Thy Husband's at the cost

hand, Pleased to expend each drop of blood, Thy Husband's righteousness.

That filled his royal veins, When, therefore, press'd in time of He frank the sacred victim stoodl;

need Thy Husband spared no pains. To sue the promis'd good, His cost immense was in thy place, Thou hast no more to do but plead

Thy freedom cost his thrall; Thy Husband's sealing blood. Thy glory cost him deep disgrace, This can thee more to God comThy Husband paid for all.

mend, And cloudy wrath dispel, Than e'er thy sinning could offend;

Thy Husband vanquish'd hell. The Believer's safety under the co- When vengeance seems, for broken

vert of Christ's atoning blood and laws, powerful intercession.

To light on thee with dread,

Let Christ be umpire of thy cause; When Heav'n proclaim'd hot war and Thy Husband well can plead. wrath,

He pleads his righteousness, that And sin increas'd the strife;

brought By rich obedience unto death,

All rents the law would crave; Thy Husband bought thy life. Whate’er its precepts, threat'nings, The could not be abridg'd

sought, But on these noble terms;

Thy Husband fully gave.

THE END.