In that I have the patient's place,

For there JEHOVAH's act is all;
But in the other I'm through grace
An agent working at his call.

The first does slavish fear forbid,
For there his wrath revenging ends;
The last commands my filial dread,
For here paternal ire attends.

The former does annul my wo,

By God's judicial sentence past;
The latter makes my graces grow,
Faith, love, repentance, and the rest.

The first does divine pard'ning love
Most freely manifest to me;

The last makes shining graces prove
Mine int'rest in the pardon free.

My soul in justifying grace

Does full and free acceptance gain;

In sanctity I heav'nward press,

By sweet assistance I obtain.

The first declares I'm free of debt,
And nothing left for me to pay;

The last makes me a debtor yet,
But helps to pay it ev'ry day.

My righteousness with wounds and blood
Discharg'd both law's and justice' score;
Hence with the debt of gratitude
I'll charge myself for evermore.

SECTION II.

THE HARMONY BETWEEN JUSTIFICATION AND SANCTIFICATION.

He who me decks with righteousness,

With grace will also clothe;

For glorious Jesus came to bless

By blood and water both.

That in his righteousness I trust,

My sanctity will show;

Though graces cannot make me just,
They show me to be so.

All those who, freely justifi'd,

Are of the pardon'd race;

Anon are also sanctifi'd

And purifi'd by grace.

Where justice stern does justify,

There holiness is clear'd;

Heav'n's equity and sanctity

Can never be sever'd.

Hence, when my soul, with pardon deck'd,

Perceives no divine ire,

Then holiness I do affect
With passionate desire.

His justifying grace is such

As wafts my soul to heav'n:

I cannot choose but love him much,
Who much has me forgiv'n.

The Sun of righteousness, that brings

Remission in his

rays,

The healing in his golden wings

Of light and heat conveys.

Wherever Jesus is a Priest,

There will he be a King;

He that assoils from sin's arrest,
Wont tolerate its reign.

The title of a precious grace
To faith may justly fall,

Because its open arms embrace
A precious Christ for all.

From precious faith a precious strife
Of precious virtues flow;

A precious heart, a precious life,
And precious duties too.

Wherever faith does justify,
It purifies the heart;

The pardon and the purity
Join hands and never part.

The happy state of pardon doth
A holy life infer;

In subjects capable of both

They never sunder'd were.

Yet in defence of truth must we

Distinctly view the twain; That how they differ, how agree, We may in truth maintain.

Two natures in one person dwell,
Which no division know,

In our renown'd Immanuel,

Without confusion too.

Those that divide them grossly err,

Though yet distinct they be ;

Those who confusion hence infer,
Imagine blasphemy.

Thus righteousness and grace we must
Nor sunder nor confound;

Else holy peace to us is lost,

And sacred truth we wound.

While we their proper place maintain,
In friendship sweet they dwell;

But or to part or blend the twain,
Are errors hatch'd in hell.

To separate what God does join,
Is wicked and profane ;

To mix and mutilate his coin,

Is damnable and vain.

Though plain distinction must take place,

Yet no division here,