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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,
Behold me through thy beams of love,

Whilst on this couch of tears I lie ;
And cleanse my sordid soul within
By thy Christ's blood, the bath for sin.

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 :
Thou then, that has dispunged my score,

And, dying, wert the death of death,
Be to me now, on Thee I call,
My life, my strength, my joy, my all !

“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 ;
So calm are we when passions are no more !
For then we know how vain it was to boast
Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost.

Clouds of affection from our younger eyes
Conceal that emptiness which age descries :
The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed,
Lets in new lights thro' chinks that time has made.

Stronger by weakness, wiser, men become,
As they draw near to their eternal home;
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view,
That stand upon the threshold of the new.

“ 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 when or how he back shall come,

Or whether never more.
For some who walk abroad in health,

In sickness back are brought;
And some who have gone forth with wealth,

Have back returned with nought.

Lord, therefore now I go abroad,

My guard I Thee confess ;
And humbly beg of Thee, O God,

My going forth to bless.
Go with me whither I would go,

Stay with me where I stay,
Do for me what I ought to do,

Speak Thou what I should say.

From taking wrong, from doing harm,

From thoughts and speeches ill,
From passion's rage, from pleasure's charm,

Vouchsafe to keep me still.
Let me abroad some blessing find,

And let no curse the while
Befal to that I leave behind,

My honest hopes to spoil !

But let my going out and in,

My thoughts, my words, and ways,
Be always safe, still free from sin,

And ever to Thy praise.
And when my pains effect shall take,

Or times of stay are spent,
With health and credit bring me back,

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,
Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load

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;
But, as Faith pointed with her golden rod,

Followed thee up to joy and bliss for ever!
Love led them on, and Faith, who knew them best

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.

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