That glad thou mayst, when drops are gone,

Joy in the spacious sea:
When incomes fail, then still upon

Thy Husband keep thine eye.
But can't thou look, nor moan thy strait,

So dark's the difinal hour?
Yet as thou’rt able, cry, and wait

Thy Husband's day of pow'r.
Tell him, though sin prolong the term,

Yet love can scarce delay:
Thy want, his promise, all affirm,
Thy Husband must not stay.

SECT. VIII.
Christ the Believer's enriching Treasure.
IND Jesus lives, thy life to be

Who mak'st him thy refuge;
And when he comes, thou'lt joy to see

Thy Husband shall be judge.
Should passing troubles thee annoy,

Without, within, or both;
Since endless life thou’lt then enjoy,

Thy Husband pledg'd his truth.
What won't he, ev'n in time, impart

That's for thy real good ?
He gave his love, he gave his heart,

Thy Husband gave his blood. .
He gives himself, and what should more?

What can he then refuse ?
If this won't please thee, ah! how fore

Thy Husband doft abuse !
Earth's fruit, heav'n's dew, he won't deny,

Whose eyes thy need behold:
Nought under nor above the sky

Thy Husband will with-hold.
Doft losses grieve? Since all is thine,

What loss can thee befal?
All things for good to thee combine *,
Thy Husband orders all.

Thou'rt not put off with barren leaves,

Or dung of earthly pelf; More wealth than heav'n or earth he gives,

Thy Husband's thine himself.
Thou hast enough to stay thy plaint,

Elfe thou complain'st of eale ;
For having all, don't speak of want,

Thy Husband may fuffice.
From this thy store, believing, take

Wealth to the utmolt pitch :
The gold of Ophir cannot make,

Thy Husband makes thee rich.
Some Aving gains acquire by pains,

And fome by plund'ring toil;
Such treasure fades, but thine remains,

Thy Husband's cannot spoil.

S E C T. IX. Christ the Believer's adorning Garment. YEA, thou excelloft in rich attire

The lamp that lights the globe ; Thy sparkling garment heav'ns admire,

Thy Husband is thy robe. This raiment never waxes old,

'Tis always new and clean : From summer-heat and winter-cold,

Thy Husband can thee screen.
All who the name of worthies bore,

Since Adam was undrest,
No worth acquir’d, but as they wore

Thy Husband's purple velt.
This linen fine can beautify

The soul with sin begirt.
O bless his name, that e'er on thee

Thy Husband spread his skirt.
Are dunghills deck'd with flow'ry glore,

Which Solomon's outvie;
Sure thine is infinitely more,

Thy Husband decks the sky.

Thy hands could never work the dress,

By grace alone thou’rt gay.
Grace vents and reigns through righteousness,

Thy Husband's bright array.
To fpin thy robe no more doft need

Than lilies toil for theirs;
Out of his bowels ev'ry threed

Thy Husband thine prepares.

SEC T. X.

Christ the Believer's Sweet Nourishmens.

THY

HY food conform to thine array,

Is heav'nly and divine;
On pastures green, where angels play,

Thy Husband feeds thee fine.
Angelic food may make thee fair

And look with chearful face ; The bread of life, the double share,

Thy Husband's love and grace. What can he give, or thou desire,

More than his flesh and blood ? Let angels wonder, saints admire,

Thy Husband is thy food. His flesh the incarnation bears,

From whence thy feeding flows; His blood the satisfaction clears,

Thy Husband both bestows.
Th’incarnate God a sacrifice,

To turn the wrathful tide,
Is food for faith; that may fuffice

Thy Husband's guilty bride.
This strength’ning food may fit and fence

For work and war to come;
Till through the croud, fome moments hence,

Thy Husband bring thee home : Where plenteous .feasting will succeed

To scanty feeding here ; And joyful at the table-head Thy Husband will appear.

Then crumbs to banquets will give place,

And drops to rivers new :
While heart and eye will face to face

Thy Husband ever view.

С НА Р. II. Containing the Marks and CHARACTERS of the Believer

in Christ; together with some farther Privileges and Grounds of Comfort to the Saints.

SECT. I. Doubting Believers called to examine, by Marks drawn

from ibeir Luve to bim and bis Prefence, their View of bis Glory, and their being emptied of Self-rigbieoufnefs, &c. Goo

OOD news! but, says the drooping bride,

Ah! what's all this to me?
Thou doubt's thy right when thadows hide

Thy Husband's face from thee.
Through sin and guilt thy spirit faints,

And trembling fears thy fate :
But harbour not thy groundless plaints,

Thy Husband's advent wait.
Thou fobi?it, O were I sure he's mine,

This would give glad ning ease;"
And saytt, Though wants and woes conibine,

Thy Husband would thee please.
But up, and down, and feldom clear,

Incies'd with hellish roots ;
Yet yield thou not, nor folier fear :

Thy Husband hates thy doubts.
Thy cries and tears may slighted feem,

And barr'd from present ease:
Yet blame thyself, but never dream

Thy Husband's ill to please.
Thv jealous unbelieving heart

Still droops, and knows not why; Then prove thy felf, to ease thy smart,

Thy Husband bids thee try.

The following questions put to thee,

As scripture-marks, may tell And thew, whate'er thy failinys be,

Thy Husband luves thee well.

M ARK

M A R K S. Α'

RT thou content when he's away;

Can earth allay thy pants ? If conscience witness, won't it say,

Thy Husband's all thou wants ?
When he is near (though in a cross),

And thee with comfort feeds:
Do thou not count the earth as dross,

Thy Husband all thou needs?
In duties art thou pleas'd or pain'd,

When far he's out of view ?
And finding him, think'st all regain'd,

Thy Husband's always new ?
Though once thou thoughts, while Sinai mist

And darkness compafs’d thee,
Thou wast undone ; and glorious Christ

Thy Husband ne'er would be:
Yet know'st thou not a fairer place,

Of which it may be told,
That there the glory of his grace

Thy Husband did unfuld ?
Where heav'nly beams inflam'd thy foul,

And love's seraphic art,
With hallelujahs, did extol,

Thy Husband in thy heart?
Could it then have with'd all Adam's race

Had join'd with thee to gaze ;
That, viewing fond his lovely face,

Thy Husband might get praise? Art thou disjoin'd from other lords?

Divorc'd from fed'ral laws? While with molt loving gospel-cords Thy Husband kindly draws?