"Let us therefore fear, lest, a promise being left us of entering into his rest, any of you should seem to come short of it." (Heb. iv. 1.)

"Fear! Oh yes, I fear lest I should turn aside From Christ the living vine, and not on Him abide; Fear! yes, I fear lest in this fickle breast

Creep unbelief, and lose the promised rest

Which God hath promised to all those who fear,
And love, and serve Him, and with patience bear
All He appoints in this waste wilderness

To train and fit them for eternal bliss.
Fear! Oh, I often fear my faith will fail,
When sin and Satan seemeth to prevail
In this vile heart, and I no longer see
My interest in Christ-but oh that plea,
The chief of sinners Jesus came to save;
For them His precious blood He freely gave,
Descended to the grave, and up He rose,
A mighty conqueror o'er His vanquish'd foes.
Ascended up to heaven, He took His seat
At God's right hand, with power and love replete,
To plead the cause of those that are His own;
They plead His name, and mention it alone.
Toward this Saviour, now exalted high,
I turn my eyes-Lord, save me, or I die;
Thy death and righteousness is all I plead,
Be Thou my helper in this time of need.
May reverence and fear possess my heart,
That from Thy precepts I may ne'er depart;
Oh may I honour Thee while on this bed,
And from Thy blessed Word be richly fed
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With nourishment divine, and onward go

From strength to strength. May I more fully know Thy wondrous love, in Thy great glorious plan

In saving and renewing sinful man.

I will admire, adore Thy matchless grace,

That through Emmanuel flows toward the human race.
The earnest of Thy Spirit to me give,

That I may not to self, but to Thy glory live.
For this I fear, and hope, and strive, and pray,
Till God my Saviour call my soul away."

The last year of her life was marked by a still closer walk with God, and an increased conformity to His will. Sanctified affliction was indeed apparent in her, and the fruits of the Spirit were richly manifested in her walk and conversation, to the praise and glory of God. She walked through the wilderness, leaning upon the Beloved, and taking hold of His strength. Her mind for her station in life was a sin

gularly cultivated one. She loved general reading of a useful character, but during the last few months of her sojourn upon earth, her Bible and Hymn-Book were her almost sole companions. Her eye used to

brighten when any fresh discovery was made regarding some well-known passage of the Word of God, and, like the Psalmist of old, she rejoiced "as one that findeth great spoil." (Ps. cxix. 162.) When I visited her, we generally read a portion of God's Word together, accompanied by prayer. It was very seldom that I could induce her to pray with me, but when I did succeed at any time in doing so, it was prayer indeed the communing of a soul who knew the way of access well-the utterance of one taught by the Spirit to be very humble, yet very confident — very weak in herself, yet very strong in her Saviour having nothing, yet possessing all things. Whenever it was possible, I always tried to arrange my visiting list so that she might come last, for it was refreshing indeed to be with one who dwelt so continually in the presence of the Lord.

In the month of May 1853, she was in a very suffering state of body, and great phy

sical weakness told upon her usually happy spirit. It was the only time I ever remember her being really depressed. But she had been too diligent a learner in the school of Christ to be ignorant of Satan's devices, and though the power of temptation was strong, one of the lessons she had learned in that blessed school was, to distinguish between temptation and sin, and though, for a season, a cloud seemed to overshadow her, and she "feared as she entered into it," (Luke ix. 34,) she recognised her Saviour's voice, and the language of her soul was,—

"I welcome all Thy sovereign will,

For all that will is love;

And when I know not what Thou dost,

I wait the light above."

While in the country, I received the following beautiful letter from her :

light I write you these lines, to tell you of

I cried

the Lord's goodness and mercy. unto the Lord with my whole heart, and He heard me from His holy habitation. The sighing of His prisoner came before Him, and He sent help from above. He hath renewed my strength, and put a new song in my mouth, and now, in some measure, I can rejoice in His salvation. Oh how heavy the time appears when the Sun of Righteousness is hid from my soul by the thick clouds of time and sense. He is always the same. He changeth not, but sin separates from Him, and though He waits to be gracious, yet sometimes we see Him not. I can only come to Him, poor and needy, and having no strength, pleading His own death and righteousness, and making mention of His only. How faithful is His own word, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.' (1 John i. 9.) Here we feel His powerful intercession before the Father in behalf of those who put their cause into