Ye that my bright aray descry,

See, fee, his guarded bed; Where I in ease and safety ly,

Beneath his garment spread.

Verse 9. King Solomon made bimself a chariot of

tbe wood of Lebanon. Verse 1o. He made the pillars ibereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple; the midst tbereof being paved with love for sbe dabgbters of Jerusalem. Ye that, amaz’d at my ascent,

Stand gazing to the sky,
Come see the engine eminent,

By which I mount so high.
Lo, here ! beside the resting-place

And bed to lay me soft,
Are flying chariot wheels of

grace To bare my soul aloft. Our Solomon, the Prince of peace,

The King of Zion fam'd, For his renown, and my release, ·

A stately chariot fram’d,
He who for pleasure made the bed,

For peace who set the guard.
For folemin pomp and cavalcade,

This glorious engine rear'd. He, congruous to his old decree,

For thewing forth his praise,
A cov'nant firm, of promise free,

Did like a chariot raise.
None fram'd of Leb'non's finest wood

By wifest engineers,
Could equal this, fo gay, so good,

And firm to endless years.
The pillars thereof, for the ease

And support of the weak, Are precious silver promises,

That will nor bow nor break.

Of pure

Its bottom is a ground-work sure

and folid gold, From bankrupt begg’ry to secure,

From falling through t’uphold. Its cov'ring safe from sin to shroud,

And sure from wrath to hide,
Is purple dye, the scarlet food,

From Jesus' wounded side.
For Salem's race (though some purblind

Its outside pomp but move,)
The midst unseen is pav’d and lin'd

With velvet seats of love.
He who to shew his kindness fresh

For human brats abroad,
Came riding in a car of flesh,

The high, the humble God;
Now for his bride a chariot fair

Of gospel-grace provides;
In which he conqu’ring ev'ry where,

And the triumphing rides.
Verse 11. Go forth, o ye daugbters of Zion, and

bebold king Solomon with the crown wherewith bis mother crowned bim in the day of bis efpoufals,

and in tbe day of the gladness of bis beart. King Jesus' royalties each one,

o Žion's daughters fee ;
The bed, the guard, the couch, the crown

Presented to your eye.
Behold my King, you'll strange the less

To see my bright array;
'Tis fit I now appear in dress,

His coronation-day.
Go forth in heart, from earthly toys,

From felf, that airy thing;
From linful pleasures, dying joys,

And see the living King.
To him whom mother Zion bore,

The crown does appertain ;
His father to his mother swore,

That Solomon fhould reiga.

Behold the King, with wonder cep,

Whose glory cannot fade, Jesus through Solomon the type,

The substance through the shade.
Come see, believe, admire, adore;

Heav'n glad'ning honiage pay,
To match his mother's crown he wore

Upon his nuptial day.
The day wherein he blest the earth,

And won his bride apart,
When she him met with holy mirth,

And he rejoic'd in heart.
The saints, who do his image bear,

Proclaim the high renown
Of Zion's King; who deigns to wear

Their praises as his crown.
They act the fond * maternal part,

In joint applauding bands;
The heav'nly babe, form’d in their heart,

Is crown'd with both their hands. His wedding and his crowning day

· The pompous joys unite; To pourtray him the lovely way

Where grace and grandeur meet. Once bound unto the altar's horns

A victim for our dues, His head was crown'd with cruel thorns

By's mother-church the Jews. But pleasure now his pains repay,

And pomp that suits him well, His Father's crown, with soy'reign sway

O'er heav'n, and earth, and hell.

CH A P.

IV. CHRIST fetteth forth the Graces of the Church.

He sheweth his love to her.— The Church prayeth to be made fit for his presence.

Christ's Words..

Verse 1. Bebold, tbou art fair, my love ; bebold, thou

art fair ; tbou bafo doves eyes within iby locks : tby bair is as a flock of goats that appear from

mount Gilead. MY

Y love, who flighteth gaudy fame,

Doft human praise eschew,
From zeal to magnify my pame,

And give to me my due :
Thy name no detriment sustains

By travail mine to raise ;
For, lo! I now return thy pains,

By crowning thee with praise.
My truth, that can't the false decoy

Of flattering lips approve,
Asserts, to animate thy joy,

Thou art my spotless love.
Lo! thou art fair; lo! thou art fair!

Twice fair thou art, I say ;
My righteousness and graces are

Thy double bright array. Though thou a spotted leopard,

And black thyself do stile;
Yet, as a mark of my regard,

I count thee free of guite.
When to a dog, a mite, and gnat, .

Thou dost thyself compare,
And call thyself a hellish brat;

Ev'n then I call thee fair.
Thy trembling faith will scarcely own

My comliness on thee;
Behold, behold! twice be it known,

Thou art all fair in me!

I see the beauties of the dove

Thee decks without disguise ;
For there devout affections move,

Like turtles' charming eyes.
So modest, humble, pure, and challe,

So faithful to their mate;
On me alone they fix and rest,

And all my rivals hate.
Thy beauteous eyes, vaild with thy locks,

Shew with fobriety :
And heav'nly beauties finest strokes,

Froni oftentation free.
Gay, like a comely flock of goats

On Gilead's stately height,
Is thine adorning hair, that notes

Thy gesture shining bright,
No artful curls, no pamper'd hair,

The pride of mortal clay,
Can parallel the heav'nly air

Of thy well.ordered way. Ver. 2. Tby teeth are like a flock of sheep ibat are even

foorn, which come up from the wojhing i wbereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among

tbem.
The world, struck with thy beauty, may

Believe thy pasture good,
Did they thy grinders white furvey

That champ the heav'nly food.
Thy teeth, the bread of life that cull,

And eager eat my flesh,
Are acts of faith, in number full,

In nature fair and fresh.
Thy priests the living bread who break,

And nurse the babes new-born;
When by an equal law they act

Like evenly teeth adorn. None does his fellow over-grow,

Wry'd from his proper place; But all, as equal grinders, show

Due pains to feed thy race.