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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 his 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,

sician and wealthy Friend. Thy sins subdue, his throne erect,

Thy Husband is thy King. KIND Jesus empties whom he'll fill, Though num'rous and assaulting foes, Casts down whom he will raise;

"Thy joyful peace may mar, He quickens whom he seems to kill; And thou a thousand battles lose, Thy Husband thus gets praise.

Thy Husband wins the war. When awful rods are in his hand, Hell's forces, which thy mind appal, There's mercy in his mind;

His arm can soon despatch; When clouds upon his brow do stand, How strong soe’er, yet for them all Thy Husband's heart is kind.

Thy Husband's more than match. In various changes to and fro, Though secret lusts with hid contest, He'll ever constant prove;

By heavy groans reveal'd, Nor can his kindness come and go, And devil's rage: yet, do their best, Thy Husband's name is Love.

Thy Husband keeps the field. His friends in most afflicted lot When in desertion's ev’ning dark, His favour most have felt; Thy steps are apt to slide,

For when they're tried in furnace hot, His conduct seek, his counsel mark, Thy Husband's bowels melt.

Thy Husband is thy guide. When he his bride or wounds or In doubts, renouncing self-conceit,

heals, His word and Spirit prize:

Heart-kindness does him move; He never counsell'd wrong as yet, And wraps in frowns, as well as Thy Husband is so wise.

smiles, When weak, thy refuge seest at hand, Thy Husband's lasting love. Yet cannot run the length;

In 's hand no cure could ever fail, 'Tis present pow'r to understand Though of a hopeless state,

Thy Husband is thy strength. He can in desperate cases heal, When shaking storms annoy thy heart, Thy Husband's art's so great.

His word commands a calm: The medicine he did prepare When bleeding wounds, to ease thy Can't fail to work for good: smart,

O balsam pow'rful, precious, rare, Thy Husband's blood is balm. Thy Husband's sacred blood;

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.

Did holiness in precepts stand, . A cause fail'd never in his hand,
And for perfection call,

So strong his pleading is;
Justice in threat'nings death demand? His Father grants his whole de-
Thy Husbund gave it all.

mand, His blood the fiery law did quench, Thy Husband's will is his.

Its summons need not scare; Hell-forces all may rendezvous, Tho't cite thee to Heav'n's awful Accusers may combine; bench,

Yet fear thou not who art his spouse, Thy Husband's at the bar.

Thy Husband's cause is thine.
This Advocate has much to say, By solemn oath Jehovah did
His clients need not fear;

His priesthood ratify;
For God the Father hears him aye, Let earth and hell then counterplead,
Thy Husband hath his ear.

Thy Husband gains the plea.

THE END.

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