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Go in peace, my children, go,
Only Jesu's steps pursue.
He shall pay the debt I owe,

He shall kindly deal with you :
He your sure Reward shall be,
Bless you for your love to me.

Surely you have kindly dealt

With the living and the dead; You have oft my burden felt,

When my tears were all my bread:

Jesus lull you on His breast,
Jesus give you endless rest!

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To her gods, and people dear: Weeping soul, a wretch forsake ;

Why shouldst thou my sorrows bear? Turn, and let thy troubles cease; Go, my child, and go in peace.

O entreat me not to leave

Thee, my faithful guide and friend;

Let me to my father cleave,

Let me hold thee to the end.

Thy own child in Christ I am,
Following thee, as thou the Lamb.

Never will I cease to mourn

Till my Lord thy tears shall dry ;

Never back from thee return,
Never from my father fly.
Do not ask me to depart,
Do not break thy children's heart.

Where thou goest, I still will go, Thine shall be my soul's abode ; Thine shall be my weal or woe,

Thine my people and my God. Where thou diest, with joy will I Lay my weary head, and die.

There will I my burial have,

(If it be the Master's will,) Sleeping in a common grave

Till the quickening trump I feel, Called with thee to leave the tomb, Summoned to our happy doom.

God do so to me, and more,

If from thee, my guide, I part. Till the mortal pang is o'er

Will I hold thee in my heart; And when I my breath resign, Then thou art forever mine.

THE TRIAL OF FAITH.

CHRIST also suffered, leaving us an Example.

AND did my Lord on earth endure

Sorrow, and hardship, and distress, That I might sit me down secure, And rest in self-indulgent ease? His delicate disciple, I

Like Him might neither live, nor die?

Master, I have not learnt Thee so:

Thy yoke and burden I receive, Resolve in all Thy steps to go,

And bless the Cross by which I live, And curse the wisdom from beneath. That strives to rob me of Thy Death.

Thy holy will be done, not mine:
Be suffered all Thy holy will.
I dare not, Lord, the Cross decline;
I will not lose the slightest ill,
Or lay the heaviest burden down,
The richest jewel of my crown.

Sorrow is solid joy, and pain

Is pure delight, endured for Thee. Reproach and loss are glorious gain, And death is immortality;

And who for Thee their all have given Have nobly bartered earth for heaven.

Saved is the life for Jesus lost,
Hidden from earth, but found in God.
To suffer is to triumph most,

The highest gift on man bestowed:
Seal of my sure election this,

Seal of mine everlasting bliss:

The touchstone, and the proof of grace,
The standard of perfection here,
The measure of my heavenly place
When Christ and all His saints appear;
The mark divine, by Jesu's art
Imprinted on my faithful heart.

O might it deeper sink! (but give

Me strength Thy strongest Love to bear :)
Fain would I die with thee to live,
Fain would I all Thy Passion share;

To me Thy thorny crown be given
On earth, Thy glorious crown in heaven.

ANOTHER.

IT must be so; Thou sayest it must!
True is Thine acceptable word.
They will from their communions thrust
The faithful followers of their Lord,
Buffet, and vex, and scourge, and bind
The friends and patrons of mankind.

1749.

Full of the wicked one, and born

After the flesh, they will pursue

With restless hate and cruel scorn

The souls whom Thou hast formed anew, The saints begotten from above,

Born of the Spirit of Thy Love.

Who would the life of God regain,
And Thee for their Example take,
They too the honor shall obtain,
And, persecuted for Thy sake,
Thy confessors their seal set to,
True witnesses that God is true.

Who only seek in Thee our rest,
Are we not now a proverb made,
Reviled, rejected, and opprest,

By brethren and by friends betrayed,
By bitterest household-foes pursued,
Hated of all that love not God?

Since first we heavenward turned our face,
Exposed and outraged all day long,
A helpless, poor, afflicted race,

For doing good, we suffer wrong:
We suffer shame, distress, and loss,
And wait for all Thy glorious Cross.

The Scriptures they in vain deny

The world unknowingly fulfil;

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