And though new debt thou ftill contract, Yet all thy burdens on his back Thy Judge will ne'er demand of thee That no grim vengeance might thee meet, Full breafts of joy he loves t' extend, And, that thy blifs might full be gain'd, Thy fins he glu'd unto the tree, To purchase fully all thy good, To win thy heaven, with ftreams of blood, That this kind DAYS-MAN in one band Might God and man betroth, He on both parties lays his hand, Thy Husband pleases both. The blood that could ftern juftice please, And law demands fulfil, Can alfo guilty conscience ease Thy Husband clears the bill. Thy highest glory is obtain'd By his abasement deep; And that thy tears might all be drain'd, Thy Husband chose to weep. K His bondage all thy freedom bought, His grappling all thy grandeur brought, "Tis by his fhock thy fceptre fways, And when new life imparted feems Boast in the fountain, not the streams; The ftreams may take a various turn, Cease then, o'er failing ftreams to mourn, That glad thou may'st, when drops are gone, When incomes fail, then still upon Thy Husband keep thine eye. But can't thou look, nor moan thy ftrait, So dark's the difmal hour? Yet, as thou'rt able, cry and wait Thy Husband's day of power. Tell him, though fin prolong the term, Yet love can fcarce delay: Thy want, his promife, all affirm, Thy Husband must not stay. SECT. VIII. Chrift the Believer's enriching Treafure. KIND Jefus lives, thy life to be, Who makeft him thy refuge; And, when he comes, thou'lt joy to fee Should paffing troubles thee annoy, Since endless life thou'lt then enjoy, He gave his love, he gave his heart, He gives himself, and what should more? If this won't please thee, ah! how fore Earth's fruit, heav'n's dew he won't deny, Do loffes grieve? Since all is thine, Thy Hufband orders all. Thou'rt not put off with barren leaves, More wealth than heav'n and earth he gives, Thou haft enough to ftay thy plaint, From this thy ftore, believing, take * Rom. viii. 28. Some flying gains acquire by pains, SECT. IX. Chrift the Believer's adorning Garment. YEA, thou excell'ft in rich attire This raiment never waxeth old, All who the name of worthies bore, No worth acquir'd, but as they wore This linen fine can beautify O blefs his name that e'er on thee Are dunghills deck'd with flowery glore, Sure thine is infinitely more, Thy Husband decks the sky. Thy hands could never work the dress, Grace vents and reigns through righteousness, To fpin thy robe no more doft need Than lillies toil for theirs ; Out of his bowels every thread Thy Husband thine prepares. SECT. X. Chrift the Believer's sweet Nourishment. THY food, conform to thine array, Is heav'nly and divine; On paftures green, where angels play, Angelic food may make thee fair, His flesh the incarnation bears This ftrength'ning food may fit and fence Till through the cloud, fome moments hence, Where plenteous feafting will fucceed To fcanty feeding here: And joyful at the table head Thy Husband fair appear. The crumbs to banquets will give place While heart and eye will face to face |