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For this bright match her ugly form to fit;
To daub her features o'er with legal paint,
That with a grace she may herself present.
Hopeful the prince with credit might her wed,
If once some comely qualities she had.
In humble pride, her haughty spirit flags;
She cannot think of coming all in rags.
Were she a humble, faithful penitent,

She dreams he'd then contract with full content.
Base varlet! think she'd be a match for him,
Did she but deck herself in handsome trim.
Ah foolish thoughts! in legal deeps that plod,
Ah sorry notions of a sov'reign God!
Will God expose his great, his glorious Son,
For our vile baggage to be sold and won?
Should sinful modesty the match decline,
Until its garb be brisk and superfine;
Alas! when should we see the marriage day?
The happy bargain must flee up for ay.
Presumptuous souls, in surly modesty,
Half-saviours of themselves would fondly be,
Then hopeful th' other half their due will fall,
Disdain to be in Jesus' debt for all.

Vainly they first would wash themselves, and then
Address the fountain to be wash'd more clean;
First heal themselves, and then expect the balm :
Ah! many slightly cure their sudden qualm.
They heal their conscience with a tear or pray'r;
And seek no other Christ, but perish there.
O sinner, search the house, and see the thief
That spoils thy Saviour's crown, thy soul's relief,
The hid, but heinous sin of unbelief.
Who can possess a quality that's good,
'Till first he come to Jesus' cleansing blood?
The power that draws the bride, will also shew
Unto her by the way her hellish hue,

B

As void of every virtue to commend,
And fond of ev'ry vice that will offend.
'Till sov'reign grace the sullen bride shall catch
She'll never fit herself for such a match.
Most qualifi'd they are in Heav'n to dwell,
Who see themselves most qualifi'd for hell;
And, ere the bride can drink salvation's cup,
Kind Heav'n must reach to hell and lift her up:
For no decorum e'er about her found,
Is she belov'd; but on a nobler ground.
Jehovah's love is like his nature free,

Nor must his creature challenge his degree;
But low at sov'reign grace's footstool creep,
Whose ways are searchless, and his judgments deep.
Yet grace's suit meets with resistance rude
From haughty souls; for lake of innate good
To recommend them. Thus the backward bride
Affronts her suitor with her modest pride.
Black hatred for his offer'd love repays,
Pride under mask of modesty displays:

In part wou'd save herself; hence, sausy soul!
Rejects the matchless mate would save in whole.

SECTION II.

Conviction of sin and wrath, carried on more deeply and effectually on the heart.

So begins to bare with cloudier brow;

O proudly froward is the bride, and now

Law-curses come with more condemning pow'r,
To scorch her conscience with a fiery show'r,
And more refulgent flashes darted in ;

For by the law the knowledge is of sin.*

*Rom. iii. 20.

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