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“ YOUR LIFE IS HID WITH CHRIST IN GOD."
O Thou great Power ! in whom I move,
For whom I live, to whom I die,
Whilst on this couch of tears I lie ;
No hallowed oils, no gums I need,
No rags of saints, no purging fire; One rosy drop from David's seed,
Was worlds of seas to quench thine ire ; Oh precious ransom! which once paid, That “consummatum est " was said ;
And said by Him, that said no more,
But sealed it with His sacred breath :
And, dying, wert the death of death,
“I AM NOW READY TO BE OFFERED, AND THE TIME
OF MY DEPARTURE IS AT HAND."
The seas are quiet when the winds are o'er ;
Clouds of affection from our younger eyes
Stronger by weakness, wiser, men become,
“ HOLD UP MY GOINGS IN THY PATHS, THAT MY
FOOTSTEPS SLIP NOT."
Who knows, when he to go from home,
Departeth from his door,
Or whether never more.
In sickness back are brought;
Have back returned with nought.
Lord, therefore now I go abroad,
My guard I Thee confess ;
My going forth to bless.
Stay with me where I stay,
Speak Thou what I should say.
From taking wrong, from doing harm,
From thoughts and speeches ill,
Vouchsafe to keep me still.
And let no curse the while
My honest hopes to spoil !
But let my going out and in,
My thoughts, my words, and ways,
And ever to Thy praise.
Or times of stay are spent,
With comfort and content.
ON THE DEATH OF CATHERINE THOMSON.
When Faith and Love, which parted from thee never,
Had ripened thy just soul to dwell with God,
Of death, called life; which us from life doth sever. Thy works, and alms, and all thy good endeavour,
Staid not behind, nor in the grave were trod;
Followed thee up to joy and bliss for ever!
Thy handmaids, clad them o'er with purple beams
And azure wings, that up they flew so drest, And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes
Before the Judge ; who thenceforth bade thee rest, And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.