DEATH OF A CHRISTIAN. THOU art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, And the lamp of His love was thy guide through the gloom. Thou art gone to the grave-we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the sinless has died. Thou art gone to the grave, and its mansion forsaken, But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking, Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, HEBER. "LORD, SAVE, OR WE PERISH!" WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming, O Jesus! once rocked on the breast of the billow, Who cries, in his anguish, "Save, Lord! or we perish." And, oh when the whirlwind of passion is raging, When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is waging, Then send down thy grace, thy redeemed to cherish,— Rebuke the destroyer: "Save, Lord! or we perish.' HEBER. THE BEAUTIES OF CREATION. I PRAISED the earth, in beauty seen, I praised the moon, whose softer eye Where thy redeemed shall dwell with thee! HEBER. CONFLICT. "Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for WHY dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why Without that light, what light remains in me? Thou art my Life; if thou but turn away, My Light thou art; without thy glorious sight Mine eyes are blind and dark, I cannot see; My path is lost, my wandering steps do stray; Whom should I seek but thee, my Path, my Way? If I have lost my path, great Shepherd, say, Lord! shall a lamb of Israel's sheepfold stray? Thou art the pilgrim's Path; the blind man's Eye; I die! Disclose thy sunbeams, close thy wings, and stay: "Enter not into judgment with thy servant; for in thy sight shall no JESUS. JUSTICE. SINNER. Jesus. Bring forth the prisoner, Justice. Justice. Thy commands Are done, just Judge: see, here the prisoner stands. Jesus. What has the prisoner done? Say, what's the cause Of his commitment? Justice. He hath broke the laws Of his too-gracious God; conspired the death Justice. E'en by his own confession: His sins are crying; and they cry'd aloud: They cry'd to Heaven; they cry'd to Heaven for blood. Jesus. What say'st thou, Sinner? Hast thou aught to plead That sentence should not pass? Hold up thy head, And show thy brazen, thy rebellious face. Sinner. Ah me! I dare not: I'm too vile and base To tread upon the earth, much more to lift Mine eyes to heaven: I need no other shrift my own conscience: Lord, I must confess I am no more than dust, and no whit less Than my indictment styles me. Ah! if thou What flesh can stand? I have transgressed thy laws; Justice. Lord! shall I strike the blow? Jesus. Hold, Justice, stay: Sinner, speak on; what hast thou more to say? Sinner. Vile as I am, and of myself abhorr'd, I am thy handy-work, thy creature, Lord, Stamped with thy glorious image, and at first Most like to thee, though now a poor, accurst, Convicted caitiff, and degenerate creature, Here trembling at thy bar. Justice. The fault's the greater, Lord! shall I strike the blow? Jesus. Hold, Justice, stay: Speak, sinner; hast thou nothing more to say? Sinner. Nothing but Mercy, mercy! Lord, my state Is miserably poor and desperate; I quite renounce myself, the world, and flee From Lord to Jesus, from thyself to thee! Justice. Cease thy vain hopes; my angry God has vowed, Abused mercy must have blood for blood: Shall I yet strike the blow? Jesus. Stay, Justice, hold; My bowels yearn, my fainting blood grows cold, Justice. I cannot hold. |