Go in peace, my children, go, He shall kindly deal with you : 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, 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, Never will I cease to mourn Till my Lord thy tears shall dry ; Never back from thee return, 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: 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, The highest gift on man bestowed: Seal of mine everlasting bliss: The touchstone, and the proof of grace, O might it deeper sink! (but give Me strength Thy strongest Love to bear :) To me Thy thorny crown be given ANOTHER. IT must be so; Thou sayest it must! 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, Who only seek in Thee our rest, By brethren and by friends betrayed, Since first we heavenward turned our face, For doing good, we suffer wrong: The Scriptures they in vain deny The world unknowingly fulfil; |