7.

Thou'rt not put off with barren Leaves,

Or Dung of earthly Pelf;

More Wealth than Heav'n and Earth he gives, Thy Husband's thine himself.

8.

Thou hast enough to ftay thy Plaint,
Elfe thou complain't of Eafe;
For having all, don't fpeak of Want,
Thy Husband may fuffice.

9.

From this thy Store, believing, take
Wealth to the utmost pitch:
The Gold of Ophir cannot make,
Thy Husband makes thee rich.

IO.

Some, flying Gains acquire by Pains,
And fome by plund'ring Toil,
Such Treasure fades, but thine remains,
Thy Husband's cannot spoil.

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SECT. IX.

CHRIST the Believer's Adorning Garment.

I.

E A, thou excel'ft in rich Attire, The Lamp that lights the Globe; Thy fparkling Garment Heav'ns admire, Thy Husband is thy Robe.

2.

This Raiment never waxes old,

'Tis always new and clean :

From Summer Heat, and Winter Cold,

Thy Husband can thee skreen.

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3.

All who the Name of Worthies bore,
Since Adam was undreft,

No Worth acquir'd, but as they wore
Thy Husband's purple Veft.

4.

This Linen fine can beautify,
The Soul with Sin begirt;
Oblefs his Name that e'er on thee
Thy Husband spread his Skirt.

5.

Are Dunghills deck'd with Flowery Glore,
Which Solomon's out-vie?

Sure thine is infinitely more,

Thy Husband decks the Sky.

6.

Thy Hands could never work the Drefs,
By Grace alone thou'rt gay.

Grace vents and reigns through Righteousness,
Thy Husband's bright Array.

7.

To fpin thy Robe no more doft need,

Than Lillies toil for theirs ;

Out of his Bowels ev'ry Thread,
Thy Husband thine prepares.

T

I.

HY Food, conform to thine Array,
Is heav'nly and divine;

On Paftures green, where Angels play,
Thy Husband feeds thee fine.

Angelick

2.

Angelick Food may make thee fair,
And look with chearful Face;
The Bread of Life, the double Share,
Thy Husband's Love and Grace.

3.

What can he give, or thou defire,
More than his Flefh and Blood?
Let Angels wonder, Saints admire,
Thy Husband is thy Food!

4.

His Flesh the Incarnation bears,
From whence thy Feeding flows;
His Blood the Satisfaction clears,
Thy Husband both beftows.

5.

Th' incarnate God a Sacrifice,

To turn the wrathful Tide,

Is. Food for Faith; that may fuffice
Thy Husband's guilty Bride.

6.

This ftrength'ning Food may fit and fence,
For Work and War to come;

'Till through the Crowd fome Moments hence,
Thy Husband bring thee home.

7.

Where plenteous Feafting will fucceed.

To fcanty Feeding here:

And joyful at the Table-head,

Thy Husband fair appear.

8.

Then Crumbs to Banquets will give place,
And Drops to Rivers new:

While Heart and Eye will Face to Face

Thy Husband ever view.

Containing the Marks and Character of the Believer in CHRIST, together with fome farther Privileges and Grounds of Comfort to the Saints.

cubting Believers called to examine, by Marks drawn from their Love to him and his Prefence, their View of his Glory, and their being emptied of SelfRighteousness, &c.

I.

YOOD News! but fays the drooping Bride,
Ah! what's all this to me?

G

Thou doubt'ft thy Right when Shadows hide
Thy Husband's Face from thee.

2.

Through Sin and Guilt thy Spirit faints,
And trembling fears thy Fate:
But harbour not thy groundless Plaints,
Thy Husband's Advent wait.

Thou fob'ft, "O were I fure he's mine,
"This would give gladn'ning Eafe;"
And fay'ft, though Wants and Woes combine,
Thy Husband would thee please.

4.

But up, and down, and feldom clear,

Inclos'd with hellish Routs;
Yet yield thou not, nor foster Fear,
Thy Husband hates thy Doubts.

Thy

5.

Thy Cries and Tears may flighted seem,
And barr'd from prefent Eafe;"
Yet blame thyfelf, but never dream,
Thy Husband's ill to please.

6.

Thy jealous unbelieving Heart,

Still droops, and knows not why; Then prove thyself, to ease thy Smart, Thy Husband bids thee try.

7.

The following Questions put to thee,
As Scripture Marks, may tell
And fhew, whate'er thy Failings be,
Thy Husband loves thee well.

MARKS.

I,

A

RT thou content when he's away ?
Can Earth allay thy Pants?

If Confcience witnefs, won't it fay,
Thy Husband's all thou wants?:

2.

When he is near (though in a Cross)
And thee with Comfort feeds;
Doft thou not count the Earth as Drofs,
Thy Husband all thou needs?

3.

In Duties art thou pleas'd or pain'd,

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

Thy Husband always new?

4.

Though once thou thought'ft, while Sinai Mit
And Darkness compass'd thee,

Thou waft undone; and glorious Chrift

Thy Husband ne'er would be.