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POETRY

The three following Poems were not found till aftes Mrs. Graham's Funeral Sermon was preached

JORDAN.

Joshua chap. 1. 11. and chap. II. PSALM XXII. 4. LXXIII. 24.

THE solemn hour, my soul, draws near,
The holy Ark and Priests appear;
They forward move to Jordan's flood,
The type, thou knowest, thy Cov'nant God.

The signal too, to thee is known,
Obey, remove, and follow on ;
The Ark of the Cov’nant is tby guide,
Shrink not, but face the rolling tide.

T'he waves toss high their foaming heads,
But can'st thou perish? Jesus leads.
This way before I ne'er did pass,
But Jesus, thy forerunner, has.

When all its banks it overflow'd,
All nature wrapt in midnight cloud ;
While darkness had its hour and power,
And all God's billows pass'd him o'er.

The waves for him, must not divide,
Deep calls to deep on every side;
Around his bead the surges roll,
O’erwhelming ev’n bis very soul.

He substituted in my stead,
The curse for sip laid on his head;
The law's demands came like a food,
Sinner or surety must give blood.

'Till jot and tittle bad been paid,
Atonement due for sin been made,
No way for him, no ray of grace:
Justice er'n bid his Father's face.

From brim to bottom he drank up,
Of wrath, that deep mysterious cup;
This Jordan pass'd, then rose on high,
And captive led captivity.

Justice now fully satisfied,
The law now honour’d, magnified;
At God's right hand he takes his place,
Executor of Cov'nant Grace.

Crown'd by Jehovah's firm decree,
With universal sov’reignty ;
All nature owns his powerful sway,
He speaks, the elements obey.

Tbe emblem, then thou may'st pursue,
For safe to thee this Jordan through;
The priests but touch the watery space,
When, lo! the floods desert their place.

They gather up, upon an heap,
Leave dry the channel of the deep;
The ark and priests there take their stand,
And beckon thee to leave the land,

I come, my best belov’d, I come;
Now lead me to our Father's home;
On thy dear person fix mine eye,
And faith firm footing shall supply.

I fear no ill while thou art near,
But let thy voice salute my ear;
Should spirits faint, and ’scape the sigh,
With these sweet words, “ Fear not, 'tis 1.*

With courage fresh my soul shall tread,
On faith's firm ground where thou dost lead;
While still upon thy gracious face,
My steady eye maintains its place.

And now, my Joshua, choose, and lay,
The stones in Jordan's middle way;
Let them o’ertop the lowing wave,
Memorial of thy power to save.

For once a suit I did prefer,
With feeble hope, and trembling fear:
That I might have a Pisgah view,
In Jordan's swells of Canaan new.

then, thy glory let me see,
Then cause thy face to shine on me;
And tune my heart, and tune my voice,
And language furnish to rejoice:

That all around may lend their tongue,
And sweetly join my dying song ;
And Newton, sav'd by grace like me,
We'll sing of sov’reign grace with thee.

NEWTON*.

* Let us love, and sing, and wonder,

Let us praise the Saviour's name :
He has hush'd the law's loud thunder,
He has quench'd Mount Sinai's flame.

He has wash'd us in his blood,
He has brought us nigh to God.

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;
Call'd us by his grace, and taught us;
Gave us ears, and gave us eyes :

He has wasb'd us in his blood,
He presents our souls to God.

“ Let us sing, tho’ strong temptation

Threaten hard to bear us down :
For the Lord, our strong salvation,
Holds in view the Conqu’rors crown.

He who wash'd us in bis blood,
Soon shall bring us home to God.

" Let us wonder, grace and justice

Join and point to mercy's store ;
When through grace in Christ our trust is,
Justice smiles, and asks no more.

He who wash'd us in his blood,
Has secur’d our way to God.

“ 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,
Thou art worthy, Lamb of God.

“ 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."

HEAVEN.
To be where thou, my Saviour, art,

To see, and be conform'd to thee :
Perfect in holiness this heart,

Thisthis, 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.

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