Job: If the scourge slay suddenly. He will laugh, &c

Shall man direct the sovereign God,
Say, " He cannot use His rod
But for some fresh offence?
From saints He never hides His face.
Or suddenly their comfort slays,
To prove their innocence."

Nay, but He casts the righteous down,
Seems on His beloved to frown;
Yet smiles their fears to see:
He hears the oft-repeated cry,
"Why, O my God, my Father, why
Hast Thou forsaken me?"

Then let the patient, perfect man
His integrity maintain;
But not before his God:
The Lord may crush a sinless saint.
As once He left His Son to faint,::
And die beneath His load.
74.4. Neitha- is there any daysman behcixt us, & c. — ix. 3.
I But we a mighty Daysman know,
By love Divine to sinners given,
The Lord of all who dwelt below,
And mediates betwixt earth and heaven
X No parallel case. J. W.J
Of both the nature He partakes,
United in Himself alone,
An end of all the difference makes,
For God and man in Christ are one.

Thou, Jesus, Thou that Umpire art,
Whose hand on man and God is laid:
Assure a trembling sinner's heart.
My sin is purged, my peace is made:
Thou who hast apprehended me.
Give me Thyself to apprehend:
My peace, my sole perfection be,
My present and eternal Friend.