When foes are mighty, many too,
Don't fear, nor quit the field;
'Tis not with thee they have to do,
Thy Husband is thy shield.

"Tis hard to fight against an host,
Or strive against the stream;
But lo, when all seems to be lost,
Thy Husband will redeem.

SECTION V I.

Benefits accruing to believers, from the offices, names, natures, and sufferings of Christ.

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RT thou by lusts a captive led,
Which breeds thy deepest grief?

To ransom captives is his trade,
Thy Husband's thy relief.

His precious name is JESUS, why?
Because he saves from sin;
Redemption right he wont deny,
Thy Husband's near of kin.

His wounds have sav'd thee once from woes,
His blood from vengeance screen'd;
When heav'n, and earth, and hell were foes,
Thy Husband was a friend :

And will thy Captain now look on,

And see thee trampled down?
When, lo, thy Champion has the throne,
Thy Husband wears the crown.

Yield not, tho' cunning Satan bribe,

Or like a lion roar;

The Lion strong of Judah's tribe,
Thy Husband's to the sore.

And that he never will forsake,
His credit fair he pawn'd;
In hottest broils, then courage take,
Thy Husband's at thy hand.

No storm needs drive thee to a strait,

Who dost his aid invoke:

Fierce winds may blow, proud waves may beat ; Thy Husband is the rock.

Renounce thine own ability,

Lean to his promis'd might;
The strength of Isra'l cannot lie,
Thy Husband's pow'r is plight,

An awful truth does here present,
Whoever think it odd;

In him thou art omnipotent,
Thy Husband is a God.

JEHOVAH's strength is in thy head,
Which faith may boldly scan;
God in thy nature does reside,
Thy Husband is a man.

Thy flesh is his, his Spirit thine;
And that you both are one,
One body, spirit, temple, vine,
Thy Husband deigns to own.

Kind, he assumed thy flesh and blood
This union to pursue;

And without shame his brotherhood

Thy Husband does avow.

He bore the cross thy crown to win,
His blood he freely spilt;
The holy one assuming sin,

Thy Husband bore the guilt.

Lo, what a bless'd exchange is this?
What wisdom shines therein ?
That thou might'st be made righteousness,
Thy Husband was made sin.

The God of joy a man of grief,
Thy sorrows to discuss;
Pure innocence hang'd as a thief:
Thy Husband lov'd thee thus.

Bright beauty had his visage marr'd,
His comely form abused:

True rest was from all rest debarr'd,
Thy Husband's heel was bruis'd.

The God of blessings was a curse,
The Lord of lords a drudge,
The heir of all things poor in purse :
Thy Husband did not grudge.

The Judge of all condemned was,
The God immortal slain :
No favour, in thy woeful cause,
Thy Husband did obtain.

Christ's sufferings further improved; and believers called to live by faith, both when they have and want sensible influences.

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OUD praises sing, without surcease,
To him that frankly came,

And gave his soul a sacrifice;
Thy Husband was the lamb.

What wak'ned vengeance could denounce,
All round him did beset;
And never left his soul, till once
Thy Husband paid the debt.

And tho' new debt thou still contract,
And run in deep arrears;
Yet all thy burdens on his back
Thy Husband always bears.

Thy Judge will ne'er demand of thee
Two payments for one debt;
Thee with one victim wholly free
Thy Husband kindly set.

That no grim vengeance might thee meet,
Thy Husband met with all;

And, that thy soul might drink the sweet,
Thy Husband drank the gall.

Full breasts of joy he loves t' extend,
Like to a kindly nurse;

And, that thy bliss might full be gain'd,
Thy Husband was a curse.

Thy sins he glu'd unto the tree,

His blood this virtue hath

For, that thy heart to sin might die,
Thy Husband suffer'd death.

To purchase fully all thy good,

All evil him befell;

To win thy heav'n with streams of blood, Thy Husband quenched hell.

That this kind DAYS-MAN in one band

Might God and man betroth,

He on both parties lays his hand;
Thy Husband pleases both.

The blood that could stern justice please,
And law demands fulfil,
Can also guilty conscience ease;

Thy Husband clears the bill.

Thy highest glory is obtained,
By his abasement deep;

And, that thy tears might all be drain'd,
Thy Husband choose to weep.

His bondage all thy freedom bought,
He stoop'd so lowly down;

His grappling all thy grandeur brought,
Thy Husband's cross thy crown,

'Tis by his shock thy sceptre sways,
His warfare ends thy strife:
His poverty thy wealth conveys,
Thy Husband's death thy life.

Do mortal damps invade thy heart,
And deadness seize thee sore?
Rejoice in this, that life t' impart
Thy Husband has in store.

And when new life imparted seems
Establish'd as a rock,

Boast in the fountain, not the streams;
Thy Husband is thy stock.

The streams may take a various turn,

The fountain never moves:
Cease then o'er failing streams to mourn,
Thy Husband thus the proves.

That glad thou mayest, when drops are gone,
Joy in the spacious sea: