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I fee in justifying grace
God's love to me does ardent burn;
I grateful love for love return.
My thankful heart to this respect :
The latter is the sweet effect. Christ is in justifying me,
By name, The Lord my righteousness: But as he comes to fanctify,
Tbe Lord my serengib and help he is. 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 flaviflı fear forbid,
For there his wrath revenging ends ; The last commands my filial dread,
For here paternal ire attends. The former does annul my woe,
By God's judicial fentence past; The latter makes my graces grow,
Faith, love, repentance, and the rest:
Most freely manifest to me;
Mine int'rest in the pardon free.
Does full and free acceptance gain ;
By sweet assistance I obtain.
And nothing lest for me to pay;
But helps to pay it ev'ry day. My righteousness with wounds and blood
Discharg'd both law and justice' score; . Hence with the debt of gratitude I'll charge myself for evermore.
Tbe Harmony between Fuftification and Sanctification.
By blood and water both.
My fanctity will show ;
They fhew me to be so.
Are of the pardon'd race, Anon are also fan&tify'd
And purified by grace. Where justice slern does justify,
There holiness is clear'd;
Can never be sever'd.
Perceives no divine ire,
With passionate desire.
As wafts my soul to heav'n:
Why much lias me forgiv’n.
Remiffion in his rays,
Of light and heat conveys.
There will he be a King;
Won't tolerate its reign.
To faith may justly fall,
A precious Christ for all.
From precious faith a precious strife
Of precious virtues flow;
And precious duties too.
It purifies the heart; The pardon and the purity
Join hands and never part.
An holy life infer:
They never sunder'd were.
Dillinctly view the twain ; That how they differ, how agree,
We may in truth maintain. Two natures in one person dwell,
Which no division know,
Without confusion too.
Though yet distinct they be:
Not funder nor confound;
And sacred truth we wound. While we their proper place maintain,
In friendship sweet they dwell;
Are errors hatch'd in hell.
Is wicked and profane :
Is damnable and vain.
Yet no division here,
Of both will disapear.
Lo! errors grofs on ev'ry side
Conspire to hurt and wound; Antinomists do them divide,
And legalists confound.
снА Р. IV. The BELIEVER'S PRINCIPLES Concerning
Faitb and Senge.
1. Of Faith and Senfe natural. 2. Of Faith and Sense spiritual. 3. Tbe Harmony and Discord between Faith and Sense. 4. Tbe Valour and victories of Faith. 5. Tbe Heigbrs and Depths of Sense. 6. Faith and Frames compared, or Faith building upon
SE CT. I.
Faith and Sense Natural, compared and distinguished.
HEN Abrani's body, Sarah's womb,
Were ripe for nothing but the comb,
Faith acts as busy boatmen do, Who backward look, and forward row: It looks intent to things unseen, Thinks objects visible too mean. Sense thinks it madness thus to steer, And only trusts its eye and ear; Into faith's boat dare thrust its oar And put it further from the shore. Faith does alone the promise eye; Sense won't believe unless it fee; Nor can it trust the divine guide; Unless it have both wind and tide. Faith thinks the promise sure and good; Sense doth depend on likelihood; Faith-ev’n in storms belives the seers ; Sense calls all men, ev’n prophets, liars. Faith uses means, but rests on none; Sense fails when outward means are gone ; Trasts more in probabilities, Than all the divine promises. It rests upon the rusty beam Of outward things that hopeful seem; Let these its support sink or cease, No promise then can yield it peace. True faith that's of a divine brood, Consults not base with flesh and blood; But carnal sense, which ever errs, With carnal reason fill confers. What! won't my disciples believe That I ain risen from the grave ? Why will they pore on duit ard death, And overlook my quick’ning breath ? Why do they flight the word I fpake ? And rather forry counsel take With death, and with a pow'rless grave, If they their captive can't relieve ? Sense does enquire if tombs of clay, Can send their guests alive away ? But faith will hear Jenovah's word, Of life and death the Sov’reign Lord.