5.

Tho' thou both wicked art and weak,

His Word he'll never rue;

Tho' Heaven and Earth fhould blend and break,

Thy Husband will be true.

6.

I'll never leave thee is his Vow;

If Truth has faid the Word,

While Truth is Truth, this Word is true,

Thy Husband is the Lord.

7.

Thy Covenant of Duties may
Prove daily moft unfure:

His Covenant of Grace for ay,

Thy Husband does fecure.

8.

Doft thou to him thy Promife break,

And fear he break to thee?
Nay, not thy thousand Crimes can make,
Thy Husband once to lye.

9.

He vifit will thy Sins with Strokes,
And lift his heavy Hand;
But never once his Word revokes,
Thy Husband's Truth will ftand.

10..

Then dream not he is chang'd in Love,
When thou art chang'd in Frame;
Thou mayft by Turns unnumber'd move,
Thy Husband's ay the fame.

II.

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

12.

By Wounds he makes thee seek his Cure,
By Frowns his Favour prize;
By Falls affrighting ftand more fure,
Thy Husband is fo wife.

13.

Proud Peter in the Dirt of Vice

Fell down exceeding low;

His tow'ring Pride by tumbling thrice,
Thy Husband cured fo.

14.

Before he fuffer Pride that fwells,
He'll drag thee through the Mire,
Of Sins, Temptations, little Hells,
Thy Husband faves by Fire.

Fierce Billows may thy Veffel tofs,
And Croffes Curfes feem;
But that the Curfe has fled the Cross,
Thy Husband bids thee deem.

17.

Conclude not he in Wrath disowns,
When Trouble thee furrounds;

These are his favourable Frowns,
Thy Husband's healing Wounds.

18.

Yea, when he gives the deepest Lash,
Love leads the wounded 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 Love, his Glory in Heaven, to which he will lead them through Death, and fupply with all Neceffaries by the Way.

I.

Behold the Patrimony broad,

That falls to thee by Line; In him thou art an Heir of God, Thy Husband's Father's thine.

2.

He is of Relatives a Store,

Thy Friend will help in Thrall; Thy Brother much, thy Father more, Thy Husband most of all.

3.

All these he does amafs and fhare,
In ways that most excel:
'Mong all the Husbands ever were,

Thy Husband bears the Bell.

4.

Whence run the Streams of all thy Good,
But from his pierced Side;

Which liquid Gold of precious Blood,
Thy Husband bought his Bride.

Who purchas'd at the higheft Price,
Be crown'd with highest Praise;

For in the highest Paradise,
Thy Husband wears the Bays.

He

7.

He is of Heaven the comely Rose,
His Beauty makes it fair;

Heaven were but Hell, could'ft thou fuppofe,
Thy Husband were not there.

8.

He thither did in Pomp afcend
His Spouse along to bring;
That Hallelujahs without End
Thy Husband's Bride may fing.

9.

E'en there with him for ever fix'd,
His Glory fhalt thou fee;
And nought but Death is now betwixt
Thy Husband's Throne and thee.

10.

He'll order Death, that Porter rude,,
To ope the Gates of Brass;

For lo, with Characters of Blood,
Thy Husband wrote thy Pafs.

II.

At Jordan deep then be not scar'd,.

Tho' difmal-like and broad ;

Thy Sun will guide, thy Shield will guard,
Thy Husband pav'd the Road.

12.

He'll lead thee fafe, and bring thee Home,
And ftill det Bleffings fall;

Of Grace while here, 'till Glory come,
Thy Husband's bound for all.

13.

His Store can answer every Bill,

Thy Food and Raiment's bought; Be at his Will, thou'lt have thy Fill, Thy Husband wants for nought..

14.

What can thy Soul conceive it lacks?
His Store, his Power is thine;
His lib'ral Heart to lib'ral Acts,
Thy Husband does incline.

15.

Tho' on thy Hand that has no Might,
He fhould thy Task enlarge;

Nor Work, nor Warfare, needs thee fright,
Thy Husband bears the Charge.

16.

Thou would'ft (if left) thy felf undo,

So apt to fall and ftray:

But he uplifts, and leads thee too,
Thy Husband knows the Way.

SECT. X.

Comfort to BELIEVERS from the Text, Thy Maker is thy Husband, inverted thus, Thy Husband is thy Maker; and the Corclufion of this Subject.

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I.

F Light and Life, of Grace and Glore,
In Chrift thou art Partaker.

Rejoice in him for evermore,
Thy Husband is thy Maker.

2.

He made thee, yea, made thee his Bride,
Nor heeds thine ugly Patch;

To what he made he'll ftill abide,
Thy Husband made the Match.

3.

He made all, yea, he made all thine,
All to thee fhall be given.
Who can thy Kingdom undermine?
Thy Husband made the Heav'n.

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