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And here and there, on trees by lightning scath'd,
Unhappy wights who lothed life yhung;
Or, in fresh gore and recent murder bath'd,
They weltering lay; or else, infuriate flung
Into the gloomy flood, while ravens sung
The funeral dirge, they down the torrent roll'd:
These, by distemper'd blood to madness stung,
Had doom'd themselves; whence oft, when night
controll'd

The world, returning hither their sad spirits howl'd.

Meantime a moving scene was open laid, That lazar-house, I whilom in my lay Depainted have, its horrors deep-display'd, And gave unnumber'd wretches to the day, Who tossing there in squalid misery lay. Soon as of sacred light th' unwonted smile Pour'd on these living catacombs its ray, Through the drear caverns stretching many a mile, The sick up-rais'd their heads, and dropp'd their woes awhile.

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Other refuge have I none

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone

Still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring: Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of Thy wing.

Wilt Thou not regard my call?

Wilt Thou not regard my prayer? Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall

Lo! on Thee I cast my care; Reach me out Thy gracious hand,

While I of Thy strength receive! Hoping against hope I stand

Dying, and behold I live.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want-
More than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy name-
I am all unrighteousness;
False, and full of sin I am:

Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found-
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound-
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art-

Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart-
Rise to all eternity.

DEATH.

AH, lovely appearance of death! What sight upon earth is so fair?

Not all the gay pageants that breathe
Can with a dead body compare;
With solemn delight I survey
The corpse, when the spirit has fled-
In love with the beautiful clay,

And longing to lie in its stead.

How blest is our brother, bereft

Of all that could burden his mind! How easy the soul that has left This wearisome body behind! Of evil incapable, thou,

Whose relics with envy I seeNo longer in misery now,

No longer a sinner like me.

This earth is affected no more

With sickness, or shaken with pain; The war in the members is o'er,

And never shall vex him again; No anger henceforward, or shame, Shall redden this innocent clay; Extinct is the animal flame,

And passion is vanished away.

This languishing head is at rest—

Its thinking and aching are o'er ; This quiet, immovable breast

Is heaved by affliction no more; This heart is no longer the seat

Of trouble and torturing pain; It ceases to flutter and beat

It never shall flutter again.

The lids he so seldom could close,
By sorrow forbidden to sleep,
Sealed up in their mortal repose,

Have strangely forgotten to weep, The fountains can yield no supplies

These hollows from water are free; The tears are all wiped from these eyes, And evil they never shall see.

To mourn and to suffer is mine,

While bound in a prison I breathe, And still for deliverance pine,

And press to the issues of death; What now with my tears I bedew Oh might I this moment become! My spirit created anew,

My flesh be consigned to the tomb!

"JESUS, MY STRENGTH, MY HOPE."

JESUS, my strength, my hope,

On Thee I cast my care-
With humble confidence look up,

And know thou bear'st my prayer. Give me on Thee to wait

Till I can all things do—

On Thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.

I want a sober mind,

A self-renouncing will,

That tramples down, and casts behind,

The baits of pleasing ill;

A soul inured to pain,

To hardship, grief, and loss

Bold to take up, firm to sustain,
The consecrated cross.

I want a godly fear,

A quick discerning eye,

That looks to Thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;

A spirit still prepared,

And armed with jealous care, Forever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer.

I want a heart to pray,

To pray, and never cease;
Never to murmur at Thy stay,
Or wish my sufferings less.
This blessing, above all,

Always to pray, I want-
Out of the deep on Thee to call,
And never, never faint.

I want a true regard-
A single, steady aim,

Unmoved by threatening or reward,
To Thee and Thy great name;

A jealous, just concern

For Thine immortal praise

A pure desire that all may learn
And glorify Thy grace.

I rest upon Thy word,

Thy promise is for me:
My succor and salvation, Lord,
Shall surely come from Thee;
But let me still abide,

Nor from my hope remove,
Till Thou my patient spirit guide
Into Thy perfect love.

WRESTLING JACOB.

FIRST PART.

COME, O Thou traveller unknown,
Whom still I hold but cannot see;
My company before is gone,

And I am left alone with Thee;
With Thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.
I need not tell Thee who I am;

My sin and misery declare;
Thyself hast called me by my name;
Look on Thy hands, and read it there;
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou?
Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.

In vain Thou strugglest to get free;
I never will unloose my hold:
Art Thou the man that died for me?
The secret of Thy love unfold;
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.
Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal
Thy new, unutterable name?
Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell;
To know it now resolved I am;
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.
What though my shrinking flesh complain
And murmur to contend so long;
I rise superior to my pain;

When I am weak, then am I strong!
And when my all of strength shall fail,
I shall with the God-man prevail.

SECOND PART.

YIELD to me now, for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak;

Be conquered by my instant prayer:
Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move,
And tell me if Thy name be Love.

'Tis love! 'tis love! Thou diedst for me;
I hear Thy whisper in my heart;
The morning breaks, the shadows flee;
Pure, universal love Thou art;

To me, to all, Thy bowels move,
Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

My prayer hath power with God; the grace
Unspeakable I now receive;
Through faith I see Thee face to face;

I see Thee face to face and live!
In vain I have not wept and strove;
Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art,
Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend;
Nor wilt Thou with the night depart,
But stay and love me to the end;
Thy mercies never shall remove;
Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

The sun of righteousness on me

Hath rose, with healing in his wings; Withered my nature's strength; from Thee My soul its life and succor brings; My help is all laid up above; Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

Contented now upon my thigh

I halt, till life's short journey end; All helplessness, all weakness, I

On Thee alone for strength depend; Nor have I power from Thee to move; Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

Lame as I am, I take the prey;

Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome;

I leap for joy, pursue my way,

And, as a bounding hart, fly home; Through all eternity to prove

Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

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