Ah, rather now receive The purchase of Thy Blood, In self-mistrusting fear To keep us till our conflicts here Ah, make us better, Lord, And take us at the best, Meet to receive our full reward Larger Funeral Hymns, 1759 ANOTHER. WHY should my tears forever flow? His real life doth still remain My HUTCHINSON himself survives ; Is rapt beyond our world of care; I see the generous friend sincere ! The voice of truth and love: It calls me to put off my clay, Not even in death his friendship dies: Loosened from all he leaves behind, Yet still, unutterably kind, Yet still he cleaves to me. On me he rests his dying head, Till Jesus visits him again, By nobler love dissolves the chain, Soon as the heavenly Guest arrives, No more he fondly pants and strives To intwist his soul with mine; He shakes me off, and then his clay; He gives me up, and dies away Into the arms divine. Departed hence in perfect peace, Serene, he waits my spirit's flight Reposed in those Elysian seats Our souls shall soon embrace, How shall we sing and triumph there, How comprehend the plan divine, Through whom we met below. Through whom in paradise we meet, While all the saints stand listening round, The Lamb hath brought us through the fire; The Lamb shall raise our raptures higher, When all from earth are driven; Our glorious Head shall cleave the skies Larger Funeral Hymns, 1759. 1 THESSALONIANS IV. 13. Sorrow not, even as others which have no hope. IF death my friend and me divide, Restrained from passionate excess, I feel a strong immortal hope, Pass a few fleeting moments more, Which death hath snatched away; For me Thou wilt the summons send, Scripture Hymns, 1762. EPITAPH. THREE innocents lie buried here, At once their pardon they received Quickened at once they soon shall rise, 1749. |