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Canst thou the promise sweet forget,

He drvpt into thy heart?
Such glad’ning pow’r, and love with it,

Thy Husband did impart.
Dolt thou affect his dwelling-place,

And mak’it it thy repair;
Because thine eyes have seen, through grace,

Thy Husband's glory there? Doft love his great appearing day,

And thereon mufe with joy ; When dusky shades will fly away,

Thy Husband death destroy ?
Doft long to see his glorious face

Within the higher orb,
Where humid surrows losing place,

Thy Husband's rays abforb ?
Long'it to be free of ev'ry fault,

To bid all fin adieu ?
And mount the hill, where glad thou shalt

Thy Husband's glory view ?
Life where it lives, love where it loves,

Will most desire to be.
Such fick-like longing plainly proves

Thy Husband's love to thee.
What is the best can ease thy plaint,

Spread morning o'er thine ev'n?
Is his approach thy heart's content,

Thy Husband's presence heav'n? And when deny'd this sweet relief,

Canit thou assert full well, His hiding is thy greatest grief,

Thy Husband's absence hell?
Let thy experience be disclos'd;

In conscience answer, Yea,
To all the queries here propos'd,

Thy Husband's thine for ay.
Pertain these characters to thee?

Then, soul, begin and praise His glorious worthy name, for he

Thy Husband is always.

SE C T. V. Tbe true Believer's Humility, Dependance, Zeal,

Groweb, Admiration of Free Grace, and Knowledge of Christ's Voice. PERHAPS a faint may figh and say,

“ I fear l'm yet to learn
“ These marks of marriage-love.” Yet stay,

Thy Husband's buwels yearn.
Though darkness may the light obfcure,

And Ilorms surmount thy calms,
Day yield to night, and thou be poor,

Thy Husband yet has alms.
Dust see thyself an enpty brat,

A poor unworthy thing,
With heart upon the dust laid flat?

Thy Husband there doth reign.
Art in thine own esteem a beast,

And dost thyself abhor ?
The more thou hast of self-distaste,

Thy Husband loves thee inore.
Can hell breed no such wicked elf,

As thou in thine own fight?
Thou'st got to see thy filthy felf,

Thy Husband's purest light.
Canst find no names fo black, fo vile,

With which thou wouldst compare,
But call'st thyself a lump of hell?

Thy Husband calls thee fair.
When his kind vifits make thee fee

He's precious, thou art vile;
Then mark the hand of God with thee,

Thy Husband gives a smile.
He knows what visits suit thy state,

And, though most rare they be,
It sets thee well on him to wait,

Thy Husband waits on thee.

Doft see thou art both


and weak, And he both full and strong? O don't his kind delays mistake,

Thy Husband comes ere long. Though, during Sinai's formy day,

Thou dread'It the dismal blast, And fear'st thou art a call-away,

Thy Husband comes at last. The glorious Sun will rise

apace, And spread his healing wings, In sparkling pomp of fov'reign grace,

Thy Husband gladness brings. Canst thou, whate'er should come of thee,

Yet with his Zion well, And joy in her prosperity ?

Thy Husband loves thy zeal. Doft thou admire his love to fome,

Tho' thou shouldīt never share ? Mercy to thee will also come,

Thy Husband hath to spare.
Poor foul! doft grieve for want of grace,

And weep for want of love,
And Jesus seek'st? O hopeful case !

Thy Husband lives above.
Regretting much thy falling short,

Doft after more aspire ?
There's hope in Isra’l for thy sort,

Thy Husband's thy desire.
Art thou well.pleas'd that sov’reign grace

Through Christ exalted be?
This frame denotes no hopeless case,

Thy Husband's pleas'd with thee.
Couldst love to be the footstool low,

On which his throne might rife, Its pompous grace around to show?

Thy Husband does thee prize. If but a glance of his fair face

Can chear thee more than wine? Thou in his loving heart halt place,

Thy Husband place in thine.

Dost make his blood thy daily bath?

His word and oath thy stay?
His law of love thy lightlome path ?

Thy Husband is thy way.
All things within earth's spacious womb

Dift count but loss and dung,
For one sweet word in seafon from

Thy Husband's learned tongue?
Skill to discern and know his voice

From words of wit and art,
Wilt clearly prove thou art his choice,

Thy Husband thine in heart.
The pompous words that fops admire,

May vagrant fancy fealt;
But with seraphic harmless fire

Thy Husband's burn the breaft.

SECT. VI. True BELIEVERS are willing to be tried and examined.

Comforts arising to tbem from Christ's ready Supply, real Sympatby, and relieving Names, fuiting ibeir Needs.


OST thou upon thy trait'rous heart

Still keep a jealous eye?
Most willing that thine inward part

Thy Husband strictly try?
The thieving croud will hate the light,

Left ftol'n effects be shown:
But truth desires what wrong or right

Thy Husband would make known.
Dost then his trying word await,

His searching doctrine love?
Fond, left thou err through self-deceit,

Thy Husband would thee prove?
Does oft thy mind with inward [mart,

Bewail thy unbelief?
And conscious sue from plagues of heart

Thy Husband for relief!

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Why doubt'st his love? And yet behold,

With him thou would i not part
For thousand thousand earths of gold:

Thy Husband has thy heart.
Though darkness, deadness, unbelief,

May all thy foul attend;
Light, life, and faith's mature relief,

Thy Husband has to send.
Of wants annoying, who complain ?

Supply arises hence,
What gifts he has receiv'd for men, *

Thy Husband will dispense.
He got them in's exalted state

For rebels such as thou;
All then that's needful, good, or great,

Thy Husband will allow.
Thy wants he sees, thy cries he hears;

And, marking all thy moans,
He in his bottle keeps thy tears,

Thy Husband notes thy groans.
All thine infirmties him touch,

They strike his feeling heart;
His kindly sympathy is such,

Thy Husband finds the smart.
Whatever touches thee, affects

The apple of his eye ;
Whatever harms, he therefore checks,

Thy Husband's aid is nigh.
If foes are fpar'd, thy need is fuch,

He flays them but in part:
He can do all, and will do much,

Thy Husband acts by art.
He often for the faddelt hour

Referves the sweetest aid :
See how such banners heretofore

Thy Husband has display'd.
Mind where he vouched his good-will,

Sometimes at Hermon † mount,
In Jordan land, at Mizar hill;
Thy Husband keeps the count.

* Psalm lxviii. 18. + Plalm xli. 6.

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