He'll lead thee fafe, and bring thee home, Of grace while here, till glory come : His ftore can anfwer ev'ry bill, Though on thy hand, that has no might, Nor work nor warfare needs thee fright, Thou wouldst (if left) thyfelf undo, So apt to fall and stray; But he uplifts and leads thee too : SECT. X. Comfort to Believers from the text, Thy Maker is thy Hufband, inverted thus, Thy Husband is thy Maker; and the conclufion of this fubject. Or light and life, of grace and glore, Rejoice in him for evermore, Thy Husband is thy Maker. He made thee, yea, made thee his bride, To what he made he'll ftill abide, He made all; yea, he made all thine, Who can thy kingdom undermine? What earthly things can thee annoy? He made the earth to be; Infectious ftreams fhall ne'er destroy The fun that guides the golden day, The bird that wings its airy path, The grazing herd, the beafts of prey, The creatures great and small, Thine's Paul, Apollos, life, and death, Thy Husband made for thee. In Tophet of the damn'd's resort Satan, with inftruments 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, But all his works, and hellish trick, Let armies ftrong of earthly gods Thy Husband's Lord of hofts. What can thee hurt? whom dost thou fear ? All things are at his call. Thy Maker is thy Husband dear, Thy Husband all in all. What doft thou feek? what doft thou want? He'll thy defires fulfil ? He gave himself, what won't he grant ? Thy Husband's at thy will. The more thou doft of him defire, The lefs thou feek'ft, the lefs thou doft His bounty fet on high; But higher feekers here do most Thy Husband glorify. Wouldst thou have grace? Well; but 'tis meet Thy Husband fays, Amen. He'll kindly at the lib'ral God, Devifing lib'ral things; With royal gifts his fubjects load; No earthly monarchs have fuch store As thou haft ev'n in hand; But, O how infinitely more Thy Husband gives on band! Thou haft 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. 5. GOSPEL SONNETS. PART III. THE BELIEVER'S RIDDLE. OR, THE MYSTERY OF FAITH. THE PREFACE, SHEWING THE USE AND DESIGN OF THE RIDDLE. READER, the following enigmatic fong, Does not to wifeft nat'ralifts belong: For tho' they glance the lines, the meaning chokes, The fubject will, howe'er the phrase be blunt, If with the natʼral and acquired fight They fhare not divine evangelic light. Great wits may roufe their fancies, rack their brains, And after all their labour, lofe their pains; Their wifeft comments were but witlefs chat, No unregen'rate mortal's beft engines |