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At fundry times and divers ways,
To fuit thy various frames,
Haft feen, like rifing golden rays,
Thy Hufband's various names.
When guilty confcience ghaftly star'd,
JEHOVAH-TSIDKENU *,

The Lord thy righteoufnefs appear'd,
Thy Husband in thy view.

When in thy ftraits or wants extreme,
Help fail'd on ev'ry fide,

EHOVAH JIREH † was his name,
Thy Hufband did provide.

When thy long abfent Lord did moan,,
And to his courts repair;

Then was JEHOVAH-SHAMMAH ‡ known,
Thy Hufband prefent there.

When thy affaulting foes appear'd
In robes of terror clad,
JEHOVAHI NISSI then was rear'd,

Thy Husband's banner fpread.
When furies arm'd with fright'ning guilt,
Dunn'd war without furcease;
JEHOVAHI-SHALMON ** then was built,
Thy Hufband fent thee peace.
When thy diseases death proclaim'd,
And creature-balfams fail'd,
JEHOVAH-ROPHI †† then was fam'd,
Thy Husband kindly heal'd.
Thus, as thy various needs require,
In various modes like thefe,
The help that fuits thy heart's defire
Thy Husband's name conveys.
To th' little flock ‡‡, as cafes vary,
The great JEHOVAH fhews
Himfelf a little fanctuary 44,
Thy Husband gives the views.

* Jer. xxiii. 6.
+ Exod. xvi. 15.
#Luke xii. 32.

+ Gen. xxii. 14.
** Judges vi. 24.
44 Ezek. xi. 16.

Ezek. xlviii. 35tt Exod. xv. 26.

SEC T. VII.

The BELIEVER's Experience of CHRIST's comfortable Prefence, or of former Comforts, to be improved for bis Encouragement and Support, under Darkness and Hidings. OST mind the place, the fpot of land,

DOST

Where Jefus did thee meet?

And how he got thy heart and hand?
Thy Hufband then was fweet.

Doft mind the garden, chamber, bank,
A vale of vifion feem'd?

Thy joy was full, thy heart was frank,
Thy Hufband much efteem'd.

Let thy experience fweet declare,
If able to remind:

A Bochim here, a Bethel there,
Thy Hufband made thee find.
Was fuch a corner, fuch a place,
A paradife to thee,

A Peniel, where face to face
Thy Hufband fair didft fee:

There he did clear thy cloudy caufe,
Thy doubts and fears destroy;
And on thy fpirit feal'd he was?

Thy Hufband with great joy?

Couldst thou have faid it boldly then,
And feal'd it with thy blood?
Yea, welcome death with pleafure, when
Thy Husband by thee flood?

That earth again fhould thee insnare,
O how thy heart was pain'd!
For all its fading glory there

Thy Hufband's beauty flain'd.
The thoughts of living more in fia
Were then like hell to thee;
The life of heav'n did thus begin,
Thy Hufband fet thee free.

Whate'er thou foundft him at thy best,
He's at thy worst the fame;

And in bis love will ever reft,
Thy Hufband holds his claim.
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Let faith these vifits keep in ftore,
Though fenfe the pleasure mifs;
The God of Bethel, as before,
Thy Hufband always is.

In's meas'ring his approaches kind,
And timing his descents;

In free and fov'reign ways thoul't find
Thy Husband thee prevents.
Prescribe not to him in thy heart;
He's infinitely wife.

How oft he throws his loving dart,
Thy Hufband does furprise.
Perhaps a fudden gale thee bleft,
While walking in thy road;
Or on a journey, ere thou wift,
Thy Hufband look'd thee broad.
Thus was the eunuch fam'd (his ftage
A riding on the way,

As he revolv'd the facred page †)
Thy Husband's happy prey.
In hearing, reading, finging, pray'r,
When darkness compast thee,
Thou found'ft, or e'er thou waft aware,
Thy Hufband's light'ning free.
Of heav'nly gales don't meanly think:
For, though thy foul complains,
They're but a fhort and paffing blink;
Thy Hufband's love remains.

Think not, though breezes hafte away,
Thou doft his favour lofe;

But learn to know his fov'reign way, Thy Hufband comes and goes. Don't fay he's gone for ever, though His vifits he adjourn;

For yet a little while, and lo!

Thy Hufband will return.

In worship, focial or retir'd,

Doft thou his abfence wail? Wait at his fhore, and be not fear'd, Thy Husband's fhip's a-fail.

† Acts viii. 27,—39•

Yea, though in duties fenfe may mifs
Thy foul's beloved One;

Yet do not faint, for never is

Thy Hufband wholly gone.

Though Satan, fin, earth, hell at once,
Would thee of joy bereave;

Mind what he faid, he won't renounce,
Thy Hufband will not leave.

Though foes affail, and friendship fail,
Thou haft a friend at court;
The gates of hell fhall ne'er prevail,
Thy Hufband is thy fort.

SECT. VIII.

Comfort to BELIEVERS from the Stability of the Promise, notwithstanding beavy Chastisements for Sin.

AKE well howe'er kind Wifdom may
Difpofe thy prefent lot;

Though heav'n and earth fhould pass away,
Thy Hufband's love will not.
All needful help he will afford,
Thou haft his vow and oath;
And once to violate his word.
Thy Hufband will be loth.

To fire and floods with thee he'll down,
His promise this infures,

Whofe credit cannot burn nor drown:
Thy Hufband's truth endures.

Doft thou no more his word believe,

Than mortal man's, forfooth?

O do not thus his Spirit grieve,
Thy Hufband is the Truth.

Though thou both wicked art and weak,

His word he'll never rue;

Though heav'n and earth fhould bend and break,

Thy Husband will be true.

I'll never leave thee *, is his vow;

If Truth has faid the word,

While truth is truth, this word is true,

Thy Hufband is the Lord.

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Thy covenant of duties may
Prove daily more unfure:
His covenant of grace for ay
Thy Hufband does fecure.

Doft thou to him thy promife break,
And fear he break to thee?
Nay, not thy thoufand crimes can make.
Thy Hufband once to lie.

He vifit will thy fins with ftrokes †,
And lift his heavy hand;
But never once his word revokes,
Thy Hufband's truth will fland.

Then dream not he is chang'd in love,
When thou art chang'd in frame:
Thou mayft by turns unnumber'd move,
Thy Hufband's ay the fame.

He for thy follies may thee bind
With cords of great diftrefs;

To make thee moan thy fins, and mind
Thy Hufband's holiness.

By wounds he makes thee feek his cure,
By frowns his favour prize;

By falls affrighting, ftand more fure,
Thy Hufband is fo wife.

Proud Peter in the dirt of vice

Fell down exceeding low;

His tow'ring pride, by tumbling thrice,
Thy Hufband cured fo.

Before he fuffer pride that fwells,

He'll drag thee through the mire
Of fins, temptations, little hells;
Thy Hufband faves by fire.
He in affliction's morter may
Squeeze out old Adam's joice,
Till thou return to him, and fay,
Thy Hufband is thy choice.
Fierce billows may thy veffel tofs,
And croffes curfes feem;

But that the curfe has fled the cross,
Thy Hufband bids thee deem.
+ Palm Ixxxix. 32.

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