The Believer's Jointure: The Marks and Characters of the Believer in Christ

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 their love to him and his Presence, their View of his Glory, and their being emptied of Self-righteousness, fyc.

Good news! but, says the drooping bride,

Ah! what’s all this to me? Thou doubt’st thy right, when shadows 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 sobb’st” O were I sure he’s mine,

This would give gladd’ning ease;” And sav’st, Though wants and woes combine.

Thy Husband would thee please.

But up and down, and seldom clear,

Iticlos’d with hellish routs;
Vet yield thou not, nor foster fear:

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

And barr’d from present ease;
Yet blame thyself, but never dream

Thy Husband’s ill to please.
Thy jealous unbelieving heart

btill droops, and knows not why;
Then prove thyself to ease thy smart,

Thy Husband bids thee try.
The following questions put to thee,

As scripture-marks, may tell
And shew, whatever thy failings be,

Thy Husband loves thee well.

Art 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; Dost 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 regained,

Thy Husband always new? Though once thou thought’st, while Sinai mist

And darkness compass’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 he told,
That there the glory of his grace

Thy Husband did unfold?

Where heav’nly beams inflam’d thy soul,.

And love’s seraphic art,
With hallelujahs did extol

Thy Husband in thy heart.

Couldst then. have wish’d all Adam’s race Had join’d with thee to gaze;

That viewing fond his comely face,
Thy Husband might get praise?

Art thou disjoined from other lords?

Divorc’d from fed’ral laws?
While, with most loving gospel cords.

Thy Husband kindly draws?

A’n’t thou enlighten’d now to see
Thy righteousness is naught

But ragsb, that cannot cover thee?
Thy Husband so has taught.

Dost see thy best performances

Deserve but hell indeed?
And hence art led, renouncing these,

Thy Husband’s blood to plead?

When strengthened boldly to address

That gracious throne of his, Dost find, thy strength and righteousness

Thy Husband only is?

Canst thou thy most exalted frame
Renounce, as withering grass,

And firmly hold thine only claim,
Thy Husband’s worthiness?

Canst pray with utmost holy pith c,
And yet renounce thy good?

And wash not with thy tears, but with
Thy Husband’s precious blood?

* U*. lxiy. 6. c Vigour or strcfegtfca

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SECT. II.

Believen described from their Faith acting by divine Aidy and fleeing quite out of tlieineUea to (JltrisU

Can nothing less thy conscience ease,

And please thy heart; no less
Than that which justice satisfies,

Thy Husband’s righteousness?

Dost see thy works so stain’d with sin, That thou through grace art mov’d

To seek acceptance only in
Thy Husband, the belov’d?

Dost thou remind, that once a-day

Free grace did strengthen thee,
To gift thy guilty soul away,

Thy Husband’s bride to be?

Or dost thou mind the day of.pow’r,

Wherein he broke thy pride,
And gain’d thy heart? O happy hour!

Thy Husband caught the bride!

He did thy enmity subdue,

Thy bondage sad recal,
Made thee to choose, and close pursue

Thy Husband as thy all.

What rest, and peace, and joy ensu’d

Upon this noble choice? Thy heart, with flow’rs of pleasure strew’d,

Thy Husband made rejoice.

Dost know thou ne’er couldst him embrace,

Till he embraced thee?
Nor ever see him, till his face

Thy Husband open’d free?

And findest to this very hour,

That this is stilHbe charm; Thou canst do nothing, till with pow*r

Thy Husband -shew his arm?

Canst thou do nought by nature, art.

Or any strength of thine,
Until thy wicked froward heart

Thy Husband shall incline?
But art thou, though without a wing

Of pow’r aloft to flee,
Yet able to do ev’ry thing,

Thy Husband strengthening thee?
Dost not alone at duties forkb,

But foreign aid enjoy?
And still in ev’ry piece of work

Thy Husband’s strength employ?
Thy motion heav’nly is indeed,

While thou by faith dost move,
And still in ev’ry time of need

Thy Husband’s grace improve.
No common nat’ral faith can shew

Its divine brood like this:
Whose object, author, feeder too,

Thy Husband only is.
Dost thou by faith on him rely?

On him, not on thy faith?
If faith shall with its object vie,

Thy Husband’s set beneath.
Their hands receiving faculty

Poor beggars never view;
But hold the royal gift in eye:

Thy Husband so wilt thou.
Faith, like a gazing eye, ne’er waits

To boast its seeing pow’rs;
Its object views, itself forgets,

Thy Husband it adores.
It humbly still itself denies,

Nor brags its acts at all;
Drop pluDg’d into its object lies,
Thy Husband is its all.

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THE IIELIEVEJl’s JOINTURE. 93 No strength but his it lias, and vaunts,

So store but his can show:
Hence nothing has, yet nothing wants,

Thy Husband trains it so.
Faith, of its own, no might can shew,

Else would itself destroy;
But will for all it. has to do,

Thy Husband still employ.
Self-saviours none could ever be

By faith, or grace of theirs: Their fruitless toil, so high that flee,

Thy Husband’s praise impairs.
The seemingly devoutest deed,

That would with shameless brow
His saving trade take o’er his head

Thy Husband won’t allow.
Dost therefore thou to him alone

Commit thy sinful soul?
Knowing of thy salvation

Thy Husband is the whole?

SECT. III.

Believers characterised by the Objects and Purity of their Desire, Delight, Joy, Hatred and Love, discovering they have the Spirit •.//’ Christ.

Dost thou his Spirit’s conduct wait?

And whencompar’d to this,
All worldly wisdom under-rate?

Thy Husband waits to bless.
Tak’st thou his Spirit for thy guide

Through Baca’s valley dry,
Whose streams of influences glide

Thy Husband’s garden by?
In digging wells here by his pow’r

Dost find it not in vain,
While here a drop, and there a show’r

Thv Husband makes to rain?

Hence dost thou through each weary case From strength to strength go on,

From faith to faith, while grace for grace Thy Husband gives anon?

The good, the gracious work begun,

And furthered by his strength, Shall prosperous, though with wrestling, win

Thy Husband’s crown at length.

Sin’s pow’r and presence, canst thou own,

Is thy most grievous smart,
That makes thee sob, and weep alone?

Thy Husband knows thy heart.

Does love to him make thee distaste
Thy lusts, with all their charms?

And most them loath’st, when most thou hast Thy Husband in thine arms!

Are cords of love the sweetest ties

To bind thee duty-ways? And best thou servst when most thou spies

Thy Husband’s beauteous rays?

Didst ever thou thy pardon read
In tears of untold joy?
; When mercy made thy heart to bleed,
Thy Husband was not coy.

Do pardons sweetly melt thy heart,

A nd most imbitter sin? And make thee long with dross to part,

Thy Husband’s throne to win?

When he arises lust to kill,

Corruptions to destroy,
Does gladness then thy spirit fill?

Thy Husband is thy joy.

Dost thou his person fair embrace

Beyond his blessings all? Sure then, thou boldly mayst, through grace,

Thy Husband Jesus call.

What company dost thou prefer?

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

Thy Husband is the best.
Whom in the earth or heav’n dost thou

Most ardently desire?
Is love’s ascending spark unto

Thy Husband set on fire?

Hast thou a hatred to his foes,

And dost their course decline? Lov’st thou his saints, and dar’si suppose

Thy Husband’s friends are thine?

Dost thou their talk and walk esteem,

When most divinely grave? And savour’st best when most they seem

Thy Husband’s Sp’rit to have?

SECT. IV.

Believer* in GhrLti affect Wis Counsel, Word, Ordinances,

Appearand “, full Enjoyment in Heaven, and sweet Presence here.

Where go’st thou first, when in a strait,

Or when with grief opprest?
Fleest thou to Uini? O happy gate!

Thy Husband is thy rest.

His counsel seek’st thou still prepared,

Nor canst without him live? Wisdom to guide, and strength to guard,

Thy Husband hath to give.

Canst thou produce no pleasant pawi,

Or token of his love? Won’t signets, bracelets, from his hand,

Thy Husband’s kindness prove? Mind’st when he sent his healing word,

Which darting from on high,
Did light, and life, and joy atford?

Thy Husband then was nigh,
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Canst thou the promise sweet forget,

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

Thy Husband did impart.

Dost thou affect his dwelling-place,

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

Thy Husband’s glory there?

Dost love his great appearing day,

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

Thy Husband death destroys?

Dost long to see his glorious face

Within the higher orb,
Where humid sorrows losing place,

Thy Husband’s rays absorb?

Longest to be free of ev’ry fault,

To bid all sin adieu? And mount the hill, where glad thou shall

Thy Husband’s glory view?

Life where it lives, love where it loves*

Will most desire to be:
Such love-sick longing plainly proves

Thy Husband’s love to thee.

What is it best can ease thy plaint
Spread morning o’er thine ev’n?

Is his approach thy heart’s content,
Thy Husband’s presence hcav’n?

And whendeny’d this sweet relief,

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

Thy Husband’6 absence hell?

Let thy experience be disclos’d:

If 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.

sect. v.

The true Believer s Humility, Delude nee, Zeal, Growth, Admiration of free Grace, and Knowledge of Christ’*- Voice.

Perhaps a saint may sigh and say,

“I fear I’m yet to learn M These marks of marriage love.” Yet stay,

Thy Husband’s bowels yearn.

Though darkness may thy light obscure,

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

Thy Husband yet has alms.

Dost see thyself an empty brat,

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

Thy Husband there does reigm

Art in thine own esteem a beast,

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

Thy Husband loves the more.

Can hell breed no such wicked elf,

As thou, in thine own sight?
Thou’st got, to see thy filthy self,

Thy Husband’s purest light.

Canst find no names so black, so vile,

With which thou wouldst compart,
But call’st thyself a lump of hell?

Thy Husband calls thee fair.
When his kind visits make thee see

He’s precious, thou art vile;
Then mark the hand of God with ther,

‘I by Husband gives a smile.
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He knows what visits suit thy states
And though most rare they be,

It sets thee well on him to wait,
Thy Husband waits on thee.

Dost see thou art both poor and’weak,
And he both full and strong?

O don’t his kind delays mistake,
Thy Husband comes ere long.

Though during Sina’s stormy day,
Thou dread’st the dismal blast,

And fear’ si thou art a cast-away,
Thy Husband comes at last.

The glorious Sun will rise apce,
And spread his healing wings,

In sparkling pomp of sovereign grace,
Thy Husband gladness brings.

Canst thou, whatever should come of thee,

Yet wrish his Zion well,
.And joy in her prosperity?

Thy Husband loves thy zeal.

Dost thou admire his love to some,
Though thou shouldst never share?

Mercy to thee will also come,
Thy Husband hath to spare.

Poor soul: dost 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,

Dost after more aspire?
There’s hope in Israel 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.

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e to be the footstool low,
On which his throne might rise,
its pompftus gijace around to show?
Thy Husband does thee prize

If but a glance of his fair face

Can cheer thee more than wine;
Thou in his loving heart hast place,

Thy Husband place in thine.
Dost- make his blood thy daily bath?

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

Thy Husband is thy way.

All things within earth’s spacious womb

Dost count but loss and dung,
For one one sweet word in season from

Thy Husband’s learned tongue?

Skill to discern and know his voice,

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

Thy Husband thine in heart.

The pompous words that fops admire,

May vagrant fancy feast;
But with seraphic harmless fire

Thy Husband’s burn the breast.

SECT. VI.

True Believers are ici/ling to be tried and examined. Comforts arising to them from Christ’s ready Supply, real Sympathy, and relieving Names, suiting their Needs.

Dost thou upon thy trait’ rous heart

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

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

Lest stolen effects be shown;
But truth desires what’s wrong or right
Thy Husband would make known.
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Dost then his trying word await,

His searching doctrine lover lend, lest thou eir through self deceit,

Thy Husband would thee prove?
Does oft thy mind with inward smart

Bewail thy unbelief? And conscious sue, from plagues of heart?

Thy Husband for relief? Why doubt’sthis love? and yet, behold,

With him thou wouldst not part For thousand thousand earths of gold;

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

May al! thy soul attend; Liirht, life, and faith’s mature relief,

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

Supply arises hence;
What gifts he has received 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 infirmities 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 harm he therefore checks,

Thy Husband’s aid is nigh.

c Fsal. kviii. iS.

s are spar’d, thy need i such,
Ue slays them but in part:
He can do all, and will (lo much,
Thy Husband acts by art.

He often for the saddest hour

Reserves the sweetest aid:
See how such banners heretofore

Thy Husband has display’d.

Mind where he vouched his good-will,

Sometimes at Hermonf mount.
In Jordan land, at Mizar-hill;

Thy Husband keeps the count.

At sundry times, and divers ways.

To suit thy various frames,
Hast seen like rising golden rays,

Thy Husband’s various names?

When guilty conscience ghastly star’d,

jEHOVAH-T5lDKENUg,

The Lord thy righteousness appeared,
Thy Husband in thy view.

When in thy straits, or wants extreme,

Help fail’d on ev’ry side,
Jahotah-jireh* was his name,

Thy Husband did provide.

When thy long absent Lord didst moan,

And to his courts repair;
Then was Jehovah-shammah known

Thy Husband present there.

When thy assaulting foes appeared,

In robes of terror clad,
Jehovah-nissi* then was rear’d,

Thy Husband’s banner spread.

When furies arm’d with fright’mtig guilt, Dunn’d war without surcease;

f Psal. xlii. 6. g Jcr.xxiii. 6. h Gen. xxii. 14.

1 Ezek. xlviii. 35. k Exod. xvii. 15.

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Jehovah-shalom then was built,
Thy Husband sent thee peace.

When thy diseases death proclaimed,

And creature-balsams fa»lli,
Jehovah-rophi™ then was built;

Thy Husband kindly heal’d.

Thus as thy various needs require,

In various modes like these, The help that suits thy heart’s desire,

Thy Husband’s name conveys.
To th’ little flock, as cases vary,

The great Jehovah shews
Himself a little sanctuary”,

Thy Husband gives thee views.

SECT. VII.

The Believer s Experience of Christ’s comfortable Pretence, or of former Comforts to he improved for his Encouragement and Support under Darkness and Hidings,

Dost mind the place, the spot of land,

Where Jesus did thee meet?
And how he got thy heart and hand?

Thy Husband then was sweet.

Dost mind the garden, chamber, bank,

A vale of vision seem’d? Thy joy was full, thy heart was frank,

Thy Husband much esteem’d.

Let thy experience sweet declare,

If able to remind;
A Bochim here, a Bethel there,

Thy Husband made thee find.

Was such a corner, such a place,

A paradise to thee,
A Peniel, where face to face,

Thy Husband fair didst see?

1 Jutf&es vi. 24. w Exod.xv, *6. Ea ..

There did he clear thy cloudy cause,

Thy doubts and liars destroy;
And on thy spirit Sea I’d he was,

Thy Husband with great joy,

Could’st thou have said it boldly then,

And seal’d it with thy blood? Yea, welcome death with pleasure, when

Thy Husband by thee stood?

That earth again should thee insnare,

O how thy heart was pain’d!
For all its lading glory there

Thy Husband’s beauty stain’d..

The thoughts of living more in sin

Were then like hell to thee;
The life of heav’n did thus begin,

Thy Husband set thee free.

Whatever thou found’st him at thy best,

He’s at thy worst the same,
And in his love will ever rest,

Tiny Husband holds his claim.

Let faith these visits keep in store,

Though sense the pleasure miss;
The God of Bethel, as before,

Thy Husband always is.

In measYing his approaches kind,

A nd timing his descents; In free and sov’reign ways thou’lt find

Thy Husband thee prevents.

Prescribe not to him in thy heart,

He’s infinitely wise.
How oft he throws his loving dart,

Thy Husband does surprise.
Perhaps a sudden gale thee blest,

While walking in thy road;
Or on a journey e’er thou wist,

Thy Husband look’d thee brOadp
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Thus was the Eunuch fam’d (his stage

A riding on the way,
As he revolv’d the sacred page0)

Thy Husband’s happy prey.
In hearing, reading, singing, pray’r,

When darkness compass’d thee, Thou found’st, or ere thou wast aware,

Thy Husband’s lightening free. Of heav’nly gales don’t meanly think:

For, though thy soul complains, They’re but a short and passing blink;

Thy Husband’s love remains.
Think not, though breezes haste away,

Thoudest his favour lose;
But learn to know his sov’reign way,

Thy Husband comes and goes.
Don’t say he’s gone for ever, though

His visits he adjourn;
For vet a little while, and lo,

Thy Husband will return.
In worship social and retir’d,

Dost thou his absence wail?
Wait at his shore, and be notfear’d,

Thy Husband’s ship’s a-sail.
Yea though in duties sense may miss

Thy soul’s beloved One;
Yet do not faint, fur never is

Thy Husband wholly gone. Though Satan, sin, earth, hell, at once

Would thee of joy bereave:
Mind what he said, he won’t renounce,

Thy Husband will not leave. Though foes assail, and friendship fail,

Thou hast a friend at court: The gates of hell shall ne’er prevail, Thy Husband is thy fort.

e .Acts viii. 2.7^39.

SECT. VIII.

Comfort to Believers from the Stability of the Promise, notwithstanding heavy Chastisements fur Sin.

Take well howe’er kind Wisdom may

Dispose thy present lot; Thouyii heav’n and eartn should pass away,

Thy Husband’s love will not.
All needful help he will afford,

Thou hast his vow and oath;
And once to violate his word

Thy Husband will be loth, To fire and floods with thee he’ll down,

His promise this insures,
Whose credit cannot burn nor drown;

Thy Husband’s truth endures.
Dost thou no more his word believe,,

As mortal man’s, forsooth?
O do not thus his Spirit grieve,

Thy Husband is the Truth.
Though thou both wicked art and weak,

His word he’ll never rue; Though heav’n and earth should bend and break,

Thy Husband will be true.
I’ll never leave theep, is his vow;

If truth has said the word. While Truth is truth, this word is true

Thy Husband is the Lord,
Thy covenant of duties may

Prove daily most unsure:
His covenant of grace for ay

Thy Husband does secure.
Dost thou to him thy promise break,

And fear he’ll break to thee?
Nay, not thy thousand crimes can make

Thy Husband once to lie.
p Heb.xiii.5.
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He visit will thy sins with strokes,

And lift his heavy hand;
But never once his word revokes,

Thy Husband’s truth will stand.

Then dream not he is changed in love,
When thou art chang’d in frame;

Thou may’st by turns unnumber’d move,
Thy Husband’s ay the same.

He for thy follies may thee bind

With cords of great distress;
To make thee moan thy sins, and mind

Thy Husband’s holiness.

By wounds, he makes thee seek his cure;

By frowns his favour prize; By falls affrighting, stand more sure;

Thy Husband is so wise.

Proud Peter in the dirt of vice

Fell down exceeding low; His tow’ring pride, by tumbling thrice, [

Thy Husband cured so.

Before he suffer pride that swells,
He’ll drag thee through the mire

Of sins, temptations, little hells;
Thy Husband saves by fire.

He in affliction’s mortar may
Squeeze out old Adam’s juice,

Till thou return to him, and say,
Thy Husband is thy choice.

Fierce billows may thy vessel toss,

And crosses cursfcs seem; But that the curse has tied the cross,

Thy Husband bids thee deem.
Conclude not he in wrath disowns,

When trouble thee sunouuds;
These are ii is favourable frowns,

Thy Husband’s healing wounds.

Yea, when he gives the deepest lash,

Love leads the wounding hand:
His stroke, when sin has got a dash,

Thy Husband will remand.

SECT IX.

Comfort to Believers* in Christ’s Relations, in his dying Lore, his Glory in Heaven, to which he will lead them through Death, and supply with all Necessaries by the Way.

Behold the patrimony broad

That falls to thee by line;
In him thou art an heir of God,

Thy Husband’s Father’s thine.

He is of relatives a store,

Thy Friend, will help in thrall:
Thy Brother much, thy Father more,

Thy Husband most of all.

All these he does amass and share,

In ways that most excel:
‘Mong all the husbands ever were,

Thy Husband bears the bell.

Whence run the streams of all thy good,

But from his pierced side?
With liquid gold of precious blood

Thy Husband bought his bride.

His blood abundant value bore,

To make his purchase broad,
‘Twas fair divinity in gore,

Thy Husband is thy God.

Who purchased at the highest price,

Be crown’d with highest praise;
For in the highest paradise

Thy Husband wears the bays,

He is of Heav’n the. cornely rose,

His beauty makes it fair; Heav’n were but hell, oowldsc thou suppose

Thy Husband were not there.

He thither did in pomp ascend,

His spouse along to bring:
That Hallelujahs without end

Thy Husband’s bride may sing.

Ev’n tin re with Kim for ever fix’d,

His giory s-ialt thou see;
And nought but death is now betwixt

Thy Husband’s throne and thee.

He’il order death, that porter rude,

To ope the gates or brass;
For, lo! with characters of blood

Thy Husband wrote thy pass.

At Jordan deep then be not scar’d,
Though dismal-like and broad;

Thy sun will guide, thy shield will guard, Thy Husband pav’d the road.

He’ll lead thee safe, and bring thee home,

And stiil let blessings fall
Of grace while here, till glory come:

Thy Husband’s bound for all.

His store can answer ev’ry bill,
Thy food and raiment’s bought;

Be at his will, thou’lt have thy fill, Thy Husband wants for nought.

What can thy soul conceive it lacks?

His store, his pow’r is thine:
His lib’ral heart to lib’ral acts

Thy Husband does incline.

Though on thy hand, that has no might,

He should thy task enlarge; Nor work nor warfare needs thee fright,’

Tby Husband bears the charge.

Thou wouldst (if left) thyself undo,

So apt to foil and stray;
But he uplifts and leads thee too;

Thy Husband knows the way.

SECT. x.

Comfort to Believers from the Text, Thy Maker u thy Husband, inverted thus, Thy Husband is thy Maker;

and the Conclusion of this Subject.

Of light and life, of grace and glore,

In Christ thou art partaker.
Rejoice in him for evermore,

Thy Husband is thy Maker. He made thee, yea made thee his bride,

Nor heeds thine ugly patch;
To what he made he’ll still abide,

Thy Husband made the match.
He made all; yea, he made all thine,

All to thee shall be giv’n.
Who can thy kingdom undermine?

Thy Husband made the heav’n.
What earthly thing can thee annoy:

He made the earth to be;
The waters cannot thee destroy,

Thy Husband made the sea.
Don’t fear the flaming element

Thee hurt with burning ire;
Or that the scorching heat torment:

Thy Husband made the fire. Infectious streams shall ne’er destroy,

While he is pleas’d to spare;
Thou shalt thy vital breath enjoy,

Thy Husband made the air.
The sun that guides the golden day,

The moon that rules the night,
The starry frame, the milky way,

Thy Husband made for light.

The bird that wings its airy path,

The iish that cuts the flood, The creeping crowd that swarms beneath,

Thy Husband made tor good.

The grazing herd, the beasts of prey,

The creatures great and small
For thy behoof their tribute pay,

Thy Husband made them all.

Thine’ s Paul, Apollos, life, and death,

Things present, things to be;
An4 every thing that being hath,

Thy Husband made for thee.

In Tophet of the damn’d’s resort

Thy soul shall never dwell,
Nor needs from thence imagine hurt,

Thy Husband formed hell.

Satan with instruments of his,

May rage, yet dread no evil:
So far as he a creature is,

Thy Husband made the devil.

His black temptations may afflict,

His fiery darts annoy; But all his works, and hellish tricks,

Thy Husband will destroy.

Let armies strong of earthly gods

Combine with hellish ghosts,
They live, or languish at his nods;

Thy Husband’s Lord of hosts. What can thee hurt? whom dost thou fea

All things are at his call.
Thy Maker is thy Husband dear,

Thy Husband all in all. What dost thou seek? what dost thou wain f

He’ll thy desires fulfil;
He gave himself, what won’t he grant:

Thy Husband’s at thy will.

more thou dost of him desire,
The more he loves to give:
High let thy mounting arms aspire,
Thy Husband gives thee leave.

The less thou seek’st, the less thou dost

His bounty set on high;
But highest seekers here do most

Thy Husband glorify.

Wouldst thou have grace? Well; but ’tis meet

He should more glory gain. Would’st thou have Father, Son, and Sp’rit?

Thy Husband says, Amen.

He’ll kindly act the lib’ral God,

Devising lib’ral thing*;
With royal gifts his subjects load;

Thy Husband’s King of kings.

No earthly monarchs have such store

As thou hast ev’n in hand;
But, O how infinitely more

Thy Husband gives on band!
Thou hast indeed the better part,

The part will fail thee never: Thy Husband’s hand, thy Husband’s heart*

Thy Husband’s all for ever.

End of the Poem upon Isaiah liv. i>,

COSFEJL SONNETS*