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DEATH OF A CHRISTIAN.
Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb, The Saviour has passed through its portal before 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,
Perhaps thy tried spirit in fear lingered long;
And the sound which thou heard'st was the seraphim's song.
Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, ,
, Whose God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, and Guide ; He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee, And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died.
“ 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,
THE BEAUTIES OF CREATION.
in answer said,
" Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for
thine enemy?"- Job, xiii. 24. Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why Does that eclipsing hand so long deny The sunshine of thy soul-enlivening eye? Without that light, what light remains in me? Thou art my Life, my Way, my Light; in thee I live, I move, and by thy beams I see. Thou art my Life; if thou but turn away, My life's a thousand deaths; thou art my Way; Without Thee, Lord, I travel not, but stray. My Light thou art; without thy glorious sight Mine eyes are darkened with perpetual night; My God, thou art my Way, my Life, my Light. Thou art my Way; I wander, if thou fly: Thou art my Light; if hid, how blind am I! Thou art my Life; if thou withdraw, I die. Mine eyes are blind and dark, I cannot see; To whom, or whither, should my darkness flee, But to the Light? And who's that Light but thee? My path is lost, my wandering steps do stray ; I cannot safely go, nor safely stay ; Whom should. I seek but thee, my Path, my Way? If I have lost my path, great Shepherd, say, Shall I still wander in a doubtful way? Lord! shall a lamb of Israel's sheepfold stray ?
Thou art the pilgrim's Path; the blind man's Eye;
“ Enter not into judgment with thy servant; for in thy sight shall no
man living be justified.”—Ps. cxliii. 2.
JESUS. JUSTICE. SINNER.
Jesus. Bring forth the prisoner, Justice.
Jesus. What has the prisoner done? Say, what's the cause
He hath broke the laws
Jesus. How knowest thou this?
E’en by his own confession:
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
Justice. Lord ! shall I strike the blow ?
Hold, Justice, stay: Sinner, speak on; what hast thou more to say ?
Sinner. Vile as I am, and of myself abhorr'd,
The fault's the greater,
Hold, Justice, stay:
Sinner. Nothing but Mercy, mercy! Lord, my state
Justice. Cease thy vain hopes; my angry God has vowed,
Stay, Justice, hold; My bowels yearn, my fainting blood grows cold, To view the trembling wretch; methinks I spy
I My Father's image in the prisoner's eye.
Justice. I cannot hold.