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The three following Poems were not found till aftes Mrs. Graham's Funeral Sermon was preached
Joshua chap. 1. 11. and chap. II. PSALM XXII. 4. LXXIII. 24.
THE solemn hour, my soul, draws near,
The signal too, to thee is known,
T'he waves toss high their foaming heads,
When all its banks it overflow'd,
The waves for him, must not divide,
He substituted in my stead,
'Till jot and tittle bad been paid,
From brim to bottom he drank up,
Justice now fully satisfied,
Crown'd by Jehovah's firm decree,
Tbe emblem, then thou may'st pursue,
They gather up, upon an heap,
I come, my best belov’d, I come;
I fear no ill while thou art near,
With courage fresh my soul shall tread,
And now, my Joshua, choose, and lay,
For once a suit I did prefer,
then, thy glory let me see,
That all around may lend their tongue,
* Let us love, and sing, and wonder,
Let us praise the Saviour's name :
He has wash'd us in his blood,
It is remarkable that this hymn was selected by Dr. Mason, and sung after Mrs. Graham's Funeral Sermon.
• Let us love the Lord who bought us,
Pitied us when enemies;
He has wasb'd us in his blood,
“ Let us sing, tho’ strong temptation
Threaten hard to bear us down :
He who wash'd us in bis blood,
" Let us wonder, grace and justice
Join and point to mercy's store ;
He who wash'd us in his blood,
“ Let us praise, and join the chorus,
of the Saints enthron’d on high; Here they trusted him before us, Now their praises fill the sky.
Thou hast wash'd us in thy blood,
“ Hark, the name of Jesus sounded,
Loud from golden harps above; On that Rock our hopes are founded : Sov'reign grace, and sov'reign love. We shall conquer through his blood, Kings and Priests be made to God."
To see, and be conform'd to thee :
This—this, is heaven itself to me.
To see thee in thy glory, Lord !
Thy Father's glory and thy own! Th' eternal, the incarnate word,
Adord upon his Father's throne.
To see as seen, to know as known,
My Saviour in my lesh and blood ! To he made like him, with him one,
I in him, and he in God.
The holy, holy, holy, One,
Who was, and is, and is to come, The earth his footstool, Heaven his throne,
The Church his bride, he her bridegroom.
Angels, and Elders, earth and heaven,
Are summon’d to unseal the book, But silent all, no answer giv'n,
None worthy found therein to look.
But Judah’s lion, David's son,
And David's root the great I AM, Appears in midst bis Father's throne,
As slain for sacrifice, the Lamb.
He takes the hook! he can unseal !
He worthy is, and he has power, God's secret cwunsels to reveal,
And to fulfil each in its hour.
Elders and living creatures fall,
In prosirite worship’lore his throne, Each !urnisb’d with a golden vial,
And harps of gold to a new song.
New odours to the throne ascend !
In aceants pew their praises soar, Angels with powers intent attend,
And as they learn, bow and adore.