A'n't thou enlighten'd now, to fee
Thy righteouinefs is naught
But rags, that cannot cover thee?
Thy Hufband fo has taught.
Doft fee thy best performances
Deferve but hell indeed?

And hence are led, renouncing thefe,
Thy Hofband's blood to plead?
When ftrength'ned boldly to address
That gracious throne of his,

Doft find thy ftrength and righteoufnefs,
Thy Hufband only is?

Canft thou thy moft exalted frame
Renounce, as with'ring grafs,
And firmly hold thine only claim,
Thy Hufband's worthinefs?
Canft pray with utmoft holy pith †,
And yet renounce thy good?
And wash not with thy tears, but with
Thy Hufband's precious blood?

SECT. II.

BELIEVERS defcribed from their Faith acting by divine

Aid, and fleeing quite out of themselves to CHRIST.

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And please thy heart; no lefs

Than that which juftice fatisfies,
Thy Hufband's righteousness?

Doft fee thy works fo flain'd with fin,
That thou through fin art mov'd
To feek acceptance only in

Thy Hufband, the Belov'd?
Doft thou remind, that once a-day
Free grace did firengthen thee,
To gift thy guilty foul away,
Thy Hufband's bride to be?

Or doft thou mind the day of pow'r,
Wherein he broke thy pride,

And gain'd thy heart? O happy hour!
Thy Hufband caught the bride!

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He did thy enmity fudue,

Thy bondage fad recall;

Made thee to choofe, and clofe pursue

Thy Hufband as thy all.

What reft, and peace, and joy enfu'd
Upon this noble choice?

Thy heart, with flow'rs of pleasures ftrew'd,
Thy Hufband made rejoice.

Doft know thou ne'er could'st him embrace,

Till he embraced thee?

Nor ever fee him, till his face
Thy Hufband open'd free?
And findeft to this very hour,

That this is fill the charm;
Thou can't do nothing, till with pow'r
Thy Hufband fhew his arm?
Canft thou do nought by nature, art,

Or any ftrength of thine,

Until thy wicked fr ward heart
Thy Hufband fhall incline?

But art thou, though without a wing
Of pow'r aloft to flee,
Yet able to do every thing,

Thy Hufband ftrength'ning thee?

Doft not alone at duties fork *,
But foreign aid enj y?
And ftill in ev'ry piece of work
Thy Hufband's ftrength employ?
Thy motion heav'nly is indeed,
Whilft thou by faith doft move,
And still in ev'ry time of need
Thy Hufband's grace improve.
No common nat'ral faith can fhew
Its divine brood like this;
Whofe object, author, feeder too,
Thy Hufband only is.

Doft thou by faith on him rely?
On him, not on thy faith?
If faith fhall with its object vie,
Thy Hufband's fet beneath.
* Labour, wrefile, or toil.

Their hands receiving faculty
Poor beggars never view;
But hold the royal gift in eye:
Thy Hufband fo wilt thou.

Faith, like a gazing eye, ne'er waits
To boast its feeing pow'rs;
Its object views, itself forgets,
Thy Hufband it adores.

It humbly fill itself denies,

Nor brags its acts at all;
Deep plung'd into its object lies,
Thy Hufband is its all.

No ftrength but his it has, and vaunts,
Nor ftore but his can fhow;

Hence nothing has, yet nothing wants,
Thy Hufband trains it fo.

Faith, of its own, no might can fhew,
Elfe would itfelf destroy;
But will, for all it has to do,
Thy Hufband ftill employ.
Self-faviours none could ever be
By faith or grace of theirs;
Their fruitlefs toil fo high that flee,
Thy Hufband's praife impairs.
The feemingly devouteft deed,

That would with fhameless brow
His faving trade take o'er his head,
Thy Hufband won't allow.
Doft therefore thou to him alone
Commit thy finful foul?

Knowing of thy falvation

Thy Hufband is the whole?

SECT. III.

BELIEVERS characterized by the Objects and Purity of their Defire, Delight, Joy, Hatred, and Love, difcovering they have the Spirit of CHRIST.

OST thou his Spirit's conduct wait?

And, when compar'd to this,

All worldly wisdom under-rate?

Thy Hufband waits to blefs.

Tak'st thou his Spirit for thy guide

Through Baca's valley dry,
Whofe ftreams of influences glide
Thy Hufband's garden by?

In digging wells here by his pow'r,
Doft find it not in vain,

While here a drop and there a fhow'r,
Thy Hufband makes to rain?

Hence doft thou through each weary cafe

From ftrength to ftrength go on,

From faith to faith, while grace for

Thy Hufband gives anon?

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

grace

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

Sin's pow'r and prefence canft thou own
Is thy moft grievous smart,
That makes thee fob and weep alone?
Thy Hufband knows thy heart.

Does love to him make thee diftafte
Thy lufts, with all their charms?
And moft them loath'ft, when moft thou haft
Thy Husband in thine arms?

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

And beft thou ferv'it, when moft thou spies

Thy Hufband's beauteous rays?

Didft ever thou thy pardon read

In tears of untold joy?

When mercy made thy heart to bleed,
Thy Hufband was not coy?

Do pardons fweetly melt thy heart?
And most imbitter fin?

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

When he arifes lufts to kill,

Corruptions to destroy,

Does gladness then thy fpirit fill;
Thy Hufband is thy joy.

Doft thou his perfon fair embrace

Beyond his bleffings all?

Sure, then, thou boldly mayft, thro' grace,

Thy Hufband Jefus call.

What company dost thou prefer?

What friends above the rest? Of all relations every-where,

Thy Hufband is the best.

Whom in the earth or heav'n doft thou

Moft ardently defire?

Is love's afcending fpark unto

Thy Hufband fet on fire?
Haft thou a hatred to his foes,

And doft their courfe decline?
Lov't thou his faints, and darst suppose
Thy Hufband's friends are thine?
Doft thou their talk and walk eileem,
When molt divinely grave?

And favour'ft bell when moft they seem
Thy Husband's Sp'rit to have?

SECT. IV.

BELIEVERS in CHRIST effect bis Counfel, Word, Ordinances, Appearance, full Enjoyment in Heaven, and Sweet Prefence bere.

HERE goeft thou firft when in a strait,

Or when with grief oppreft?

Fleeft thou to him? O happy gate!

Thy Hufband is thy reft.

His counfel feek'ft thou, fill prepar'd,

Nor canft without him live?
Wifdom to guide, and firength to guard,

Thy Hufband hath to give.

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

Won't fignets, bracelets from his hand,
Thy Hufband's kindness prove?
Mind'ft when he fent his healing word,
Which darting from on high,

Did light, and life, and joy afford?
Thy Hufband then was nigh.