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 POEMS 
 
 RELIGIOUS SUBJECTS, 
 
 JANET DOUGLAS FRASER, 
 
 THORNHILL. 
 
 DUMFRIES: 
 
 rElXTET) AT THE STANDARD OFFICE, BY JAMES! WATSOX. 
 
 D. DOIG, THORNHILL.
 
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 CONTENTS. 
 
 On a Discourse with a Young Lady, who asked me for a Poem, 
 On Reading the Seventh Chapter of Matthew, 
 Written on the 18th February, being the Fast-Day before the 
 Sacrament, ..... 
 
 From Matthew, Chap, xxvi., v. 28, 
 
 Written on Luke, Chap, xix., v. 21, . 
 
 From Song of Solomon, Chap, viii., . 
 
 The Sin of Unbelief, ..... 
 
 Written July, 1840, being the Keir Sacrament, 
 
 The Bible, ...... 
 
 On the Soiree at Thornhill, March, 1845; where there was i 
 Band of Singers, ..... 
 
 On a Pretended Friend not answering my Expectations, M. M, 
 of D H., ..... 
 
 Written on hearing Mr Rodgerson's Lecture from Isaiah liv.: 
 
 Written July 7, 1839, .... 
 
 On Reading Ralph Erskine's Paraphrase on the Song of Solomon 
 
 On a Cloudless Night, .... 
 
 On Christ appearing in the First Morning of the Complete 
 Millenium of His Church, and the whole World, 
 
 On Favourites, the Jews, .... 
 
 Emancipate the Jews, ..... 
 
 On Reading a Poem on the Jews, in the " Christian Herald 
 
 Vei'ily thou shalt be Fed — Be Careful for Nothing, 
 
 Dedication of the Heart to God, 
 
 Preparation for Death, . . . • 
 
 Praise to God. Psalm xxx. 2, 3, . 
 
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 On Reading about the Atonement, ',]',, 
 Written on Miss Crawfurd, who Died in Thornhill, April 13 
 
 aged 13, i « . . 
 
 The Strait Gate, ...» 
 
 " A Just God and a Saviour," j i « 
 
 On Jeremiah, xi., 17, . . i . 
 
 On my bad Heart, .... 
 Written 21st August, 1837, after I had recovered from Influenza, 
 From Numbers, Chap, x., v. 23, 
 From Numbers, Chap, x., v. 29, 
 On the Death of Sir Thomas Kirkpatrick, 
 Written at Capt. George M'Kie's Grave, 
 On hearing of Mr Gillespie's Death, . 
 On the Death of Mrs Michael Smith, 
 On Mrs Smith, in Glencairn Churchyard, 
 On the Death of Alexander Grierson, Strath, Glencair 
 On Robert Ker, Tanner, 
 
 Written on Mr Hannah, Gardener, Drumlanrig, 
 Written on Agnes Harkness, . 
 On laying down a Crumb of Bread on the Hearth to a Mouse, 
 Written on Mrs Fingland, 
 On Sarah Fergusson, .... 
 On William Grierson Muir, 
 On Joseph Murphy, .... 
 Written on Mrs Gavin Forrest, 
 A Thought from Music Lines, 
 On Reading Noel's Poem on Remembering Christ 
 On the Faithfulness of God's Covenant to Israel, 
 
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 POEMS 
 
 ON A DISCOURSE WITH A YOUNG LADY, 
 
 WHO ASKED ME FOR A POEM. 
 
 Christ comes to our earth again the second time, 
 Brings with him salvation in grandeur sublime. 
 Is this the same Jesus of Nazareth town ? 
 Yes, yes, the same Jesus, wears Israel's crown. 
 He comes to his people — the best of all news ; 
 He comes to assert himself King of the Jews. 
 He at his first coming endured all their scorns — 
 A reed for a sceptre, and crowned with thorns — 
 Cloth'd him with a mock robe, and did him deride : 
 " Hail, King of the Jews !" said to him in their pride. 
 A mock title, too, wicked Pilate did write ; 
 " The King of the Jews !" was what he did indite ; 
 High up on the cross, and right 'bove his head, 
 The writing was fixed, that all might it read.
 
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 They taunted him — " Save thyself, Khig of the Jews, 
 And we will believe if that power thou can'st use.*' 
 Through torture and anguish his heart it did mourn ; 
 He went for a kingdom, and soon will return — 
 Soon, soon in these heavens he will be displaj^ed, 
 True-born King of Israel, in glory arrayed ; 
 Twelve legions of angels, and more, in his train, 
 Besides his saints with him, when he comes again. 
 The trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall awake — 
 I mean just his saints, who shall glory partake, 
 Rise at his command, him in spirit embrace ; 
 Love boundeth their bosoms, joy beams in each face ; 
 
 how will they welcome the King of the Jews I — 
 Here language doth fail me, and so doth my Muse — 
 How will they rejoice to see their lov'd Bridegroom ! 
 Who for them, when vile, in his bosom had room. 
 Loud, long will the shout be, " Hail, Israel's King !" 
 Hosannas with gladness they to him will sing. 
 
 And he'll condescend to indulge them a while ; 
 He knows human passions, and on them will smile. 
 
 1 hail such a meeting ! the day just will prove 
 On earth there was ne'er such a meeting of love. 
 My soul just does wonder how the saints can live 
 Amidst the love-tokens their Saviour will give ! 
 But death can no more the redeemed infest ; 
 
 Yet boundless the love that must reign in their breast,
 
 A passion not easy for mortals to guide ; 
 
 But now let it glow, for his love was well tried. 
 
 My JesuSj I'd love thee ; O may it be such : 
 
 As I am forgiven, so may I love much. 
 
 That morning of clouds, the loud trumpet wall sha\e 
 
 The heavens and earth; all men's hearts, too, will quake. 
 
 Mount Olivet shall be divided in two 
 
 From east to the west, and a valley quite through. 
 
 The trump seems to gather his saints from all lands, 
 
 To joy in his presence, and hear his commands ; 
 
 The blaze of his glory wdll hasten their pace, 
 
 They'll run with that quickness that men run a race. 
 
 What wonders will he at his coming produce ! 
 
 All Israel shall own him the King of the Jews, 
 
 And nations be born unto him on that day, 
 
 That never heard of him, nor owned his sw^ay. 
 
 His foes they shall feel the sad wTath of his ire ; 
 
 He'll strike through their hearts wdth his strong bolts 
 
 of fire. 
 His slain shall be many on that awful day — 
 All who him despise, and his interest betray. 
 All those that unto me have been enemies 
 Bring hither, and slay them before Mercy's eyes. 
 How awful this sentence ! but mercy they did 
 Reject to their woe, till it from them is hid.
 
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 Where is that dark place where the sinner may hide ? 
 Oh ! where is that gulph where Christ's eye doth not 
 
 bide? 
 The whole of this earth with his glory he'll fill ; 
 The blaze thereof shines over valley and hill ; 
 The sun shall grow dark at superior light. 
 While heavenly glory appears to our sight. 
 The high praise of God through creation shall sound, 
 Nor one slave of Satan on this earth be found. 
 With blessings he'll bless us ; the earth yields increase ; 
 The seas shall be dried to make room for his race ; 
 The temple be built, and Jerus'lem again 
 Be the seat of his majesty, where he will reign. 
 All nations shall gather themselves thither soon, 
 From Sabbath to Sabbath, new moon to new moon, 
 To worship their King, and an offering give 
 Of bodies and spirits, w hich he will receive. 
 Butwhen shall the time come when these things shall be? 
 Can we search the deep, or reveal God's decree ? 
 The words that Christ says, I believe them each one, 
 " Tins age shall not pass away till all be done." 
 This epocli is now nearly brought to a close — 
 This year or the next is its end, I suppose. 
 Now let all consider (the Scriptures are j)lain) 
 The end, its effects, both again and again. 
 Let none drop asleep now, awake at the cry ;
 
 The morning approaches, the Bridegroom is nigh ; 
 Think not he will tarry a long while to come ; 
 Push in, take your seats, while as yet there is room. 
 The table is spread ; he inviteth each guest 
 To come and partake of his richest repast. 
 
 Dress all Scotland, Lord, in thy garments of white ; 
 
 Give oil in our lamps; to thyself us unite ; 
 
 Then quick let us all hear thy trumpet's loud voice 
 
 Announcing thy coming our hearts to rejoice, 
 
 And sing year of jubilee in which all are free — 
 
 Our mortgaged estates are redeemed by thee — 
 
 Ourselves, slaves of Satan, set free from his yoke 
 
 Which galleth our necks, our Redeemer hath broke. 
 
 No fears to affright us without or within. 
 
 Each visits their dwellings, in it shall not sin. 
 
 Tears of bitter anguish shall never more flow, 
 
 Nor cares nor envy ever wrinkle the brow. 
 
 Death shall now appear as a thing that is past ; 
 
 As is a tree's years, so our years they shall last. 
 
 Death shall be no more when our life doth appear ; 
 
 When our love is perfect we have no more fear. 
 
 The beasts of the field are at peace with Christ's flock ; 
 
 Himself is our peace, firm as adamant rock. 
 
 Israel's priests watch'd when the new moon came in — 
 
 Their month or their year then, of course, did begin — 
 
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 They did to their watching so firnily stand fast, 
 And when the hour came, gave the trumpet a blast : 
 The sons of the mortgaged inheritance haste, 
 And run to it quickly ; no time they do waste. 
 Lord, when thy set time comes, make haste, tarry not : 
 So pray all thy people sincerely, I wot. 
 
 ON READING THE SEVENTH CHAPTER 
 OF MATTHEW. 
 
 Ask, and it shall he given you ; 
 
 Seek, too, and you shall Jind ; 
 Knock, and it shall be opened, 
 
 According to your mind. 
 
 But who shall ask, or seek, or knock, 
 
 But them receives the Spirit ? 
 All else doth the Almighty mock. 
 
 As none doth grace inherit. 
 As creatures reasonable we 
 
 May bow before his throne ; 
 But spiritual our prayers must be, 
 
 And in Christ's name alone.
 
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 I know the call is universal, 
 
 Is to each creature given ; 
 But who obeys ? not one at all, 
 
 Till grace doth us enliven. 
 The manner of our prayers should be 
 
 Founded on Scripture ground, 
 In faith on Jesus, and to see 
 
 Our faith in him be sound. 
 
 And humble must be our address. 
 
 Ourselves as sinners own. 
 And perseveringly to press 
 
 Till grace to us be shown. 
 In this dear name who us redeem'd 
 
 We lift aloud our voice ; 
 His lofty name, so much esteem 'd. 
 
 Doth heaven and earth rejoice. 
 
 His death and intercession, he 
 
 The need-be hath displayed ; 
 And all his people he lets see 
 
 Our need of his strong aid. 
 Before we supplicate the grace 
 
 That his own bounty gives, 
 He in our hearts will have his place 
 
 By faith which it receives. 
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 Here I would recommend to all 
 
 Such as find they are lost, 
 The way of fervent prayer, nor shall 
 
 This way be ever crost. 
 Take with you words, say to the Lord, 
 
 Take thou away my sin ; 
 For with thy word I do accord, 
 
 My soul doth joy therein. 
 
 Thou hast destroy'd self; God has said 
 
 Thine help is still in me ; 
 I'll be thy King, and will thee aid — 
 
 No other can save thee. 
 He has said, our iniquities 
 
 He'll graciously subdue ; 
 Then seek to him, he is most wise — 
 
 May all his words pursue ! 
 
 His word assures a heart that's new 
 
 He will unto us give ; 
 And, keeping still this word in view. 
 
 His faithfulness believe. 
 If we hate sin, the promise is, 
 
 Sin shall not rule o'er you ; 
 But grace shall reign through righteousness, 
 
 And all our sins subdue.
 
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 Since Jesus is our advocate, 
 
 No fear we lose the plea ; 
 Wh«n wo our ills and wants do state, 
 
 He'll save and set us free. 
 And then faith is his proper gift — 
 
 His promises are sealed ; 
 We cannot one fair promise lift, 
 
 Till by his Spirit revealed. 
 
 God strictly doth require of us 
 
 That we our sins confess, 
 According to his purpose thus, 
 
 And then no more transgress. 
 Then to the humble supplicant 
 
 The Lord will lend his ear ; 
 "What we desire we shall not want, 
 
 For God our cry doth hear. 
 
 Thus saith the high and lofty One, 
 
 Dwells in eternity : 
 I dwell in contrite hearts alone. 
 
 Those that so humble be. 
 We must not think, while we are here, 
 
 We have perfection won. 
 But reaching; f(^rth, halting nowhere. 
 
 Till we are in God's Son. 
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 O, then the prayer of faith will be, 
 
 O Lord, our faith increase. 
 Till our Redeemer's face we see, 
 
 When sin and sorrow cease. 
 We'll seek our Saviour carefully, 
 
 And when we find him, lo, 
 We'll hold him with anxiety, 
 
 And will not let him go. 
 
 We'll bring him to our mother's house. 
 
 And unto all us near. 
 Praying his grace, we find profuse, 
 
 May unto all appear. 
 I testify by this record, 
 
 Who seek and him receive, 
 Will find him as good as his word, 
 
 When they his word believe. 
 
 And then the stubborn will doth bend 
 
 In complaisance to his. 
 And glad though he with strokes it rend 
 
 From ought that is amiss. 
 We'll love him for afilictions. 
 
 As these we often need ; 
 Many and great transgressions 
 
 Our Father's rod precede.
 
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 We see his wisdom ; he is wise. 
 
 Makes all things work for good ; 
 For nothing he will us chastise, 
 
 But for sins' multitude, 
 O, come, let us join to the Lord 
 
 In a sure covenant. 
 Established upon his word, 
 
 That he himself doth grant. 
 
 Up heart, vile sinner; dost thou come 
 
 To our dear brother ? — good. 
 It is a sign he'll bring thee home, 
 
 And own thee 's flesh and blood. 
 Lean on him, trust him, he'll not fail; 
 
 My soul for him I'll pawn. 
 He will support us through this vale 
 
 Till days of glory dawn. 
 
 Has he the word said ? he'll not rue. 
 
 Though we may sometimes doubt, 
 Until we get another view. 
 
 And see his word made out. 
 When he doth once his promise keep, 
 
 We look for it again; 
 Though his word to our thoughts is deep, 
 
 He's faithful to sustain.
 
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 Come, try him now without dehiy — 
 
 Now is the time or never ; 
 Come to our Lord, and to him pray, 
 
 And he is thine for ever. 
 And, though thou cannot as thou would, 
 
 Pray to him fervently ; 
 Yet kneel again, again — thou could 
 
 Do more, if thou would try. 
 
 Doth it sore trouble thee, that thou 
 
 Can'st not God keep in view ? 
 Great things the Lord will do for you, 
 
 He'll form your heart quite new. 
 Cease not to seek, although you find 
 
 Your heart wandering and ill ; 
 Cry earnestly, God will be kind. 
 
 And give grace to your Mall. 
 
 He says, Wliat will ye I shall do 
 To your sin-darkened heart ? 
 
 Pray life and light he may give you — 
 He'll life and light impart.
 
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 WRITTEN ON THE 18th FEBRUARY, 
 
 BEING THE FAST DAY BEFORE THE SACRAMENT. 
 
 When Mr Simpson, Sanquhar, lectured on Zaccheus, I 
 thought I heard a whisper, " To-d<iy I must abide at thy 
 house;" I listened with anxiety, nothing tvas for me. 
 Afterwards he read his text from Isaiah xliv. 22. I 
 thought I heard the joyful sound of pardon, and was 
 greatly comforted. 
 
 Lord, my God, most gracious God, 
 Dost thou thus pity me, 
 
 That all my sins, enormous load, 
 
 Are pardoned by thee. 
 Since it is so, what can I think 
 
 Of pardon brought so free ; 
 When I was hovering o'er the brink 
 
 Of endless misery. 
 
 1 take thee at thy word, my Lord, 
 And more wull never doubt : 
 
 Thy healing word health doth afford, 
 Joy fills my soul throughout.
 
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 Now, Lortl, what shall I render thee ? 
 
 I nothing have to give ; 
 Thine only shall I ever bo, 
 
 And serve thee while I live. 
 
 My Lord, I pray, do not deny, 
 
 Another boon to me ; 
 Do thovi me fully sanctify, 
 
 And make me like to thee. 
 To love thee now, for this thy grace, 
 
 Be this alone my care ; 
 That I in bliss may see thy face 
 
 And all thy kindness share. 
 
 FROM MATTHEW, CHAP. XXVI., v. 28. 
 
 " Shed for Many." 
 
 Shed for many and for me, 
 
 Shed was this blood divine ; 
 And by me shall remembered be 
 
 More tlian the richest wine. 
 Shed through my soul his love, 
 
 Which pain'd and eas'd my heart ; 
 My bowels all for him did move, 
 
 I wished to depart.
 
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 And still witli him to be, 
 
 So lovingly he spoke ; 
 Nor for my guilt upbraided me, 
 
 My heart had almost broke. 
 "Wliat's thy petition, 
 
 And what is thy request ? 
 I frankly told him when alone 
 
 The secrets of my breast. 
 
 To love thee more I said. 
 
 And keep me from all sin ; 
 To make me perfect, do thou aid. 
 
 And cleanse me all within. 
 He said my mighty arm 
 
 Shall soon disperse thy foes ; 
 With ev'ry sprout and naughty germ 
 
 That yet within thee grows. 
 
 Lord keep me from all harm, 
 
 I to thy bosom flee ; 
 And lean my soul on thy strong arm, 
 
 Uphold and strengthen me.
 
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 WRITTEN ON LUKE, CHAP. XIX., v. 21 
 
 My stupid soul why dost thou stand 
 
 At such a distance from thy Lord, 
 My soul draw near when he commands, 
 
 And give attention to his word. 
 He's not a master so austere, 
 
 That his commands we cannot do ; 
 He all our charges doth ensure 
 
 Both for our work and warfare too. 
 
 He says only your sins confess, 
 
 Acknowledge your iniquities, 
 Whereby you against me transgress. 
 
 You shall have pardon will suffice. 
 The slightest sigh that we can heave 
 
 He makes a token for our good ; 
 And condescends us to receive. 
 
 Though we against his laws have stood. 
 
 A smoking flax, a bruised reed, 
 Are past redemption to our view ; 
 
 He will not quench the flax indeed, 
 Nor break the reed, but prop it new.
 
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 Hath not God strew'd reason in all 
 Old Adam's sons and daughters too ; 
 
 Then we are blameable to fall, 
 And wickedness still to pursue. 
 
 We know a judgment is to come. 
 
 Why trifle with the word of truth ; 
 Cry for that grace God gives to some, 
 
 And that to most in time of youth. 
 Tremble, old sinner, and draw near, 
 
 Altho' your heart is harden'd now ; 
 And though you may have cause to fear 
 
 That to Christ's yoke you'll never bow. 
 
 Yet come, and try him, O, come try. 
 He says that he hates putting away ; 
 
 That when you on a death-bed lie 
 Your confidence may on him stay.
 
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 FROM SONG OF SOLOMON, 
 CHAP. VIII. 
 
 O, that thou as my brother dear, 
 
 Would shew thyself to me ; 
 Then, confidently without fear, 
 
 I will approach to thee. 
 As one that fondly suck'd the breast 
 
 Of my mother ; consent 
 To fill my arms, till I've caress'd 
 
 Thee to my heart's content. 
 
 When I shall find thee, though afar, 
 
 To my sense thou dost stray ; 
 I'll hold thee fast, and try to mar, 
 
 Thy path in going away. 
 I'll press thee to my heart and mouth, 
 
 Thy lips my kisses seal ; 
 My love is like the love of youth, 
 
 Which age can well reveal.
 
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 O, manifest tliy love to me, 
 
 For I am jealous grown ; 
 For my heart is gone back from thee, 
 
 Thou claim'st me not thme own. 
 O, shed abroad thy ardent love 
 
 Through all my soul and heart ; 
 And once more by thy kindness prove 
 
 From me thou'lt not depart. 
 
 I'll gladly own thy love before 
 
 Assemblies great or small ; 
 Should they dispute, I will the more 
 
 Thee, my beloved call. 
 I would lead thee and bring thee to 
 
 My mother's spacious home, 
 Who will instruct me what to do 
 
 If thou wilt deign to come. 
 
 I would cause thee to wait -with chat, 
 
 And drink the spiced wine ; 
 The juice of my pomegranate, 
 
 With welcome shall be thine. 
 Put thy left hand below my head. 
 
 Support my drooping soul ; 
 Thy right hand to embrace me lead, 
 
 Revive and make me whole.
 
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 Then on thy breast secure I'll lie, 
 
 My heart shall pass to thine ; 
 Knit unto thee eternally, 
 
 My love with thine combine. 
 I have no beauty to allure 
 
 Thy love to me at all ; 
 Yet put on me thy beauty, sure 
 
 It make me comely shall. 
 
 No primary accomplishment 
 
 Dost thou at all desire, 
 This doth my shabby heart content 
 
 That thou doth nought require. 
 No spotless robe of righteousness 
 
 My naked soul doth wear ; 
 Which doth my sinking soul oppress, 
 
 Lest thou shouldst not come near. 
 
 O, spread thy skirt with needle wrought 
 
 Over my naked soul, 
 And cause clean water to be brought. 
 
 And wash each stain that's foul. 
 My Lord create me all anew. 
 
 In likeness unto thee ; 
 To follow thee may I pursue, 
 
 That I thy face may see.
 
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 I long with expectation 
 
 To share of thy kind love ; 
 
 And joy in thy salvation, 
 No more from thee to rove. 
 
 THE SIN OF UNBELIEF. 
 
 If I had not spoken to them they hnd not had shi, 
 hut noiv they have no cloak for their sin." 
 
 There is a root of unbelief 
 
 In me, which causes me great grief, 
 
 I often nip this noisome weed, 
 
 Yet never am I wholly freed. 
 
 My soul cries free me from my thought. 
 
 When it I feel, I've freedom sought ; 
 
 If this does argue any faith, 
 
 Thus far my soul is out of skaith. 
 
 Oh ! but it be a bitter sin 
 
 If harboured the heart within, 
 
 I struggle to have it dismis't, 
 
 Lord God, my King, do me assist. 
 
 To overcome this foe by faith. 
 
 It, may I conquer before death ;
 
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 Do seize my soul and bear it hence, 
 Lord free me from this high offence. 
 Then my salvation's brightest crown, 
 With joy I'll at thy feet lay down ; 
 In low prostration I adore 
 Thee as my king and conqueror. 
 I'll to thy name due praises sing, 
 For thou hast said I'll be your king. 
 Lord my vain heart to thee I bring, 
 Do thou take out each bitter sting, 
 That poisons ev'ry act of faith, 
 Yea, ev'ry drawing of my breath. 
 
 WKITTEN JULY 1840, BEING THE KEIR 
 SACRAMENT. 
 
 Lord, remember old and young. 
 Let thy throne of grace be hung 
 As clouds of blessings from above, 
 And distill in show'rs of love. 
 Draw each youthful heart to thee, 
 And the aged he or she. 
 Unto all the blessing give ; 
 Tell them fear not, but believe.
 
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 Bless thine ordinance O Lord, 
 Which thy peoj)le still record, 
 In rememlDeraiice of thy pain, 
 Till thou come with joy again. 
 This day three-and-forty year, 
 I did with thy flock appear ; 
 M}^ fond heart thought all was well, 
 Youth and vanity did swell. 
 Thought from falling I was free. 
 Could not then my wand'rings see ; 
 Often have I stept aside, 
 Many ways my feet doth slide. 
 
 I have not kept the good path, 
 But walked in the ways of death ; 
 Foolish I, good Lord, forgive 
 All my sins, then I may live. 
 Pardon these, my sins, as such. 
 Give a heart to love thee much ; 
 Sin cause shame sit on my brow. 
 Say Lord, can I love thee now ? 
 Yes, it's possible I may, 
 Lord save me without delay. 
 I repent the way I've gone, 
 Rueing ev'ry sin I've done ;
 
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 Hoping only in thy word, 
 Draw me with this loving cord ; 
 Lord confirm thy word to me, 
 Then I'll praises give to thee. 
 
 THE BIBLE. 
 
 The Bible ! Lord, the Bible ! 
 
 Old history it doth record, 
 What book is like the Bible ; 
 The Bible ! Lord, the Bible ! 
 
 It with thy mind and will is stor'd, 
 What guide is like the Bible. 
 The Bible ! Lord, the Bible ! 
 
 'Tis there thy threats cut like a sword, 
 Terrific is the Bible ; 
 The Bible ! Lord, the Bible ! 
 
 Large promises it doth afford, 
 What comforts like the Bible. 
 The Bible ! Lord, the Bible ! 
 
 There ev'ry word is thine own word,
 
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 Thy tTuth is in the Bible ; 
 The Bible ! Lord, the Bible ! 
 
 This word is like the finest chord, 
 Thy praise is in the Bible. 
 The Bible ! Lord, the Bible ! 
 
 In it each sentence doth accord, 
 That Christ is in the Bible ; 
 The Bible ! Lord, the Bible ! 
 
 Thy name and works are there ador'd, 
 Our treasure's in the Bible. 
 
 ON THE SOIREE AT THORNHILL, 
 MARCH, 1845; 
 
 WHERE THERE WAS A BAND OF SINGERS. 
 
 What charms has music on the ear, 
 
 0, how charming ! 
 Our king in company did hear, 
 
 How heart-warming. 
 Is his dear presence when enjoy 'd ; 
 
 Did he rejoice 
 In the sweet music that employ'd 
 
 His people's voice ?
 
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 Were tlieir notes the notes of heaven's 
 
 Eternal strings, 
 ^lade by his own hand and given, 
 
 Which nothing wrings ! 
 Nor twist to brealv, wear, or wax old, 
 
 Still young and clear ! 
 Their hearts warmed by beauty's mould, 
 
 They love so dear I 
 Eternal chords of heaven, they sound 
 
 Without discord ! 
 To everlasting shall abound, 
 
 Praising the Lord ! 
 O, might I join the heavenly host 
 
 In anthems loud ? 
 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 I would be proud !
 
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 ON A PRETENDED FRIEND NOT ANSWER- 
 ING MY EXPECTATIONS, M. M., of D h. 
 
 JesuSj inv God, I come to thee, 
 
 "Who always art my friend ; 
 When troubles sore do seize on me 
 
 Thou wilt ray plaint attend. 
 A friend so false, and without care, 
 
 Of me need I rely ; 
 In thee I'll trust and not despair, 
 
 Lord thou M'ilt hear my cry. 
 
 Thou promised hast in the day 
 
 Of trouble to attend. 
 And me deliver ; now, I pray, 
 
 Thou wilt me answer send. 
 Thou who all mine iniquities 
 
 Hath swept so clean away. 
 May no false friendship in disguise 
 
 Cause me from thee to stray. 
 
 All friendship here of fading flesh 
 
 Is mutable I see ; 
 Thy faithfulness my soul refresh, 
 
 Thine last^ eternally.
 
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 Grant that my soul may cleave to thee 
 
 In health or trouble sore, 
 Thou kinder than a brother be 
 
 Both now, and evermore. j 
 
 WRITTEN ON HEAHING MR RODGEKSON'S 
 
 LECTURE FROM ISAIAH LIV. 
 
 Thy unstrung harT^soul take down 
 
 From off the willow tree ; 
 Which aged is, and overgrown, 
 
 It seems too high for thee. 
 Yet, O ! my soul, moimt up by taitti. 
 
 And it by courage climb ; ^ 
 Let the words thy Redeemer saith 
 Be strength to every limb. 
 
 Eear not, thou feeble mind of mine, 
 
 So weakened by sin ; ^ 
 
 Put on thy strength, do thou mclme 
 
 Thy Lord's praise to begm. 
 But on what string shall I first strike, 
 
 My soul's nonplus'd I find ; 
 His attributes are all so like 
 And sweet unto my mmd.
 
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 Yet here is one so bright to view, 
 
 And may my song improve, 
 Or heart so obstinate subdue, 
 
 'Tis condescending love. 
 Fix here my soul thy heart and mind. 
 
 And sing thy first degree ; 
 Thy maker is thy husband kind. 
 
 As he hath said to thee. 
 
 Amazed soul, lift up thy head, 
 
 Doth thy Lord match with thee ; 
 Who wretched is, yet he doth plead, 
 
 Thy husband thus to be. 
 Oh, stretch thyself to his embrace, 
 
 Let nothing hinder thee ; 
 Oh, give him in thy heart his place, 
 
 All love with welcome free. 
 
 O, love him, so as to obey 
 
 All that he doth command ; 
 Without a linger or delay. 
 
 And that with heart and hand. 
 O, is his anger gone and past. 
 
 And is his wrath no more, 
 And is this covenant to last 
 
 For ever him before.
 
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 Awake, my soul, each faculty, 
 
 That's thine — awake, and sing, 
 This matchless love, this tender tie. 
 
 Surpasses every thing. ' 
 A love so strong, too strange to tell ; 
 
 As love the like of me ; 
 A worm of dust, an heir of hell, 
 
 A slave in bondage he. 
 
 In the captivity of sin. 
 
 By Satan held in thrall j 
 My soul is putrified within 
 
 With sores diseased all. 
 Hateful unto his holy eyes 
 
 And nought in me to move 
 His claim, yet doth he not despise 
 
 To own me in his love. 
 
 I say my soul, make haste, arise. 
 
 And his affection meet; 
 In flames of fervent love him prize. 
 
 Above all loves most sweet. 
 Rise, O my soul, be his true love 
 
 Thy contemplation ; 
 Let thy affections rise above 
 
 The skies, to him alone.
 
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 And, as you pass yon orbs so bright, 
 
 Say to them, praise him, ye ; 
 So to the angels in his sight, 
 
 And saints who near him be. 
 Say to them all, O join my song, 
 
 To condescending love ; 
 To whom our praises all belong. 
 
 In earth and heaven above ? 
 
 Let God's redeem'd sing loudest, and 
 
 No love with ours compete ; 
 Till we all stand at his right hand, 
 
 And love be consummate. 
 Then shall our hearts be all his own, 
 
 No other loves we'll know ; 
 Save God the Father, God the Son, 
 
 And God the Spirit, too. 
 
 Whom we shall with our eyes behold. 
 
 And to his likeness we 
 Shall all be changed, with joys untold, 
 
 To all eternity.
 
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 WRITTEN JULY 7, 1839. 
 Mr Rodgerson, after diqyensing the Communion Elements, 
 having asked tvhat is thy Beloved more than another 
 Beloved, I ansiver asfolloivs : — 
 
 My love, he doth my heart rejoice, 
 
 Unto its own content ; 
 My love, is by my soul made choice, 
 
 As only excellent. 
 His name doth make my soul as fleet 
 
 To follow as the roe : 
 When he pursues his deer so sweet. 
 
 And to her haunts doth go. 
 
 My loA'C is what I cannot tell. 
 
 So precious unto me ; 
 All other loves he doth excel, 
 
 That ever I did see. 
 My love 's creator of all things. 
 
 He gave the sun his light : 
 To man and beast gives food, and brings 
 
 His word to us with might. 
 
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 All earthly loves that e'er did love, 
 
 Their shortness I indite ; 
 My love's not so, his word doth prove, 
 
 His love is infinite. 
 Floods of God's wrath could not it drown, 
 
 Nor quench it in the kast ; 
 The generous flame most brightly shone 
 
 When death on him did feast. 
 
 My love most honourable is 
 
 Himself, and all his ways, 
 Above all other loves in this, 
 
 He hateth all that's base. 
 His name is far above each name, 
 
 It causes bow each knee ; 
 He, as my surety, bore my shame, 
 
 And gave himself for me. 
 
 No other is like him who dares 
 
 Redemption to he ; 
 My love says too, let all your cares 
 
 And wants lie upon me. 
 My love he offers righteousness 
 
 To cover me from shame, 
 All other loves if I transgress, 
 
 They alter in their frame.
 
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 With careless negligence to me 
 
 Or hatred in their look, 
 My love, though he my faults doth see, 
 
 Hath never me forsook. 
 My love is constant in his love, 
 
 Eternally the same ; 
 No change of mine can make him rove, 
 
 Or cast me off with shame. 
 
 Here, ! my Lord, my heart would praise 
 
 Thy goodness and thy grace ; 
 Above all other loves I'll raise 
 
 Thy love in ev'ry case. 
 With grateful heart this love of thine 
 
 And thankfulness make known ; 
 Thou deigns to love even the supine, 
 
 And choose them for thiue own. 
 
 My love makes happy them he loves, 
 
 Nothing from me requires ; 
 What's thy petition ? thus him proves. 
 
 He answers my desires. 
 My love lives ever ; on his arm 
 
 My hopes and wishes stay ; 
 He's never weary, then no harm 
 
 Can ever come my way.
 
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 Hence, longing days, out of tlie way, 
 
 When I shall him embrace ; 
 And all my love upon him lay. 
 
 And near his heart have place. 
 In glory prest, and love to me, 
 
 To see him face to face ; 
 Revealing aye himself to me. 
 
 Through an eternal space. 
 
 Wlien thrown off is this mortal mask. 
 And standing in his sight ; 
 
 What's thy beloved of me ask, 
 I'd give this answer right. 
 
 ON READING RALPH ERSKINE'S PARAPHRASE 
 ON THE SONG OF SOLOMON. 
 
 I come, my glorious mate, I come, 
 
 My heart pants at thy word ; 
 O, give my soul a holy crumb, 
 
 Of love to thee my Lord. 
 If thou be strongly bent to gain 
 
 My full and free consent, 
 Thy shafts of love to my heart aim, 
 
 I am right w^ell content.
 
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 Then, dearest, I'll thy call obey, 
 
 Nor lingering stay behind ; 
 But quicker than the light'nings ray, 
 
 Out-fly the tardy wind. 
 From all vain loves and worldly cares 
 
 Lord lift my soul to thee ; 
 From mortal pleasures and their snares, 
 
 To immortality. 
 
 I glory that I am thine own, 
 
 Altho' thy harlot spouse ; 
 Yet frighted am I at thy frown, 
 
 For I have no excuse. 
 But since thou art so full of grace 
 
 My sins and shame to hide, 
 I flee with joy unto that dress 
 
 Thou did'st for me provide. 
 
 Into thine arms I'd humbly creep. 
 
 And to thy bosom, where 
 Into thy heart I'd take a peep. 
 
 And read love's language there. 
 My raptured soul would round thee twine, 
 
 And melt in thy embrace ; 
 I know thy feelings are too fine 
 
 To mention my disgrace.
 
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 My love, my God, my life, my all, 
 
 My Jesus, dear to me ; 
 Say, O my God, say, ever shall 
 
 My heart go back from thee. 
 Forbid, my strength, and husband dear, 
 
 Thou know'st my feeble frame ; 
 With sympathy my bosom cheer, 
 
 I trust to thy lov'd name. 
 
 Of husband, brother, strong 's the ties, 
 
 That bind my soul to thee ; 
 My living God, my sacrifice, 
 
 From sin to set me free. 
 I'm thine. Lord, gird my soul with love, 
 
 Let it round my heart twine ; 
 And tie me fast, then saints above 
 
 Will praise thy name divine. 
 
 And e'en poor me, in feeble strains, 
 
 Will try to sing of thee ; 
 And when I come to heaven's plains, 
 
 I'll echo ecstasy. 
 My bliss, thou glorious son of God, 
 
 Thou only brought'st me here ; 
 Else Zion's streets I ne'er had trode. 
 
 Nor in thy sight appear.
 
 42 
 
 ON A CLOUDLESS NIGHT. 
 
 The sparkling stars my heart delight ; 
 And moon, thou beauty of the night, 
 How does mine eyes upon thee gaze, 
 Till fills my heart with strange amaze. 
 jAnd my dnll soul in silent wonder 
 Upon this grandeur nightly ponder ; 
 And ponder on their splendid race, 
 In order good, each in their place. 
 
 Had I but angels' wings I'd fiy 
 To you, ye glories of the sky ; 
 And know your several attitudes, 
 And count your numbers multitudes. 
 How many creatures you contain, 
 Within your shining vast domain ; 
 What shape they are, what sense they have, 
 And what sustenance they all crave.
 
 43 
 
 I think no flesh to eat they may, 
 I'd learn their wisdom and their way ; 
 These reasonable creatures pure, 
 Good company would be, I'm sure. 
 The angels good, therein that be, 
 Will all excel iu history. 
 Perhax^s my name is in each star. 
 Maybe my faults all told there are. 
 
 O, wond'rous lamps, which shine so bright, 
 The glory of the clouc^^ess night ; 
 " Row manifold, Lord, are thy works," 
 In the sun's blaze, or in these sparks ; 
 " In wdsdom thou hast made them all," 
 And them prescrv'd from evil's thrall. 
 
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 44 
 
 ON CHRIST APPEARING IN THE FIRST MORN- 
 ING OF THE COMPLETE MILLENIUM OF HIS 
 CHURCH, AND THE WHOLE WORLD. 
 
 The midnight clouds how dark they fly, 
 The cock proclaims them drawing nigh ; 
 While fire and darkness, curious wave, 
 In rolls the thunders loudly rave ; 
 Men's hearts failing, beast's hearts failing, 
 Unavailing are the brave. 
 
 What is this ? nature is shaken, 
 Drow^sy man doth now awaken ; 
 The end is come, the ign'rant cries. 
 The wond'ring saints lift up their eyes ; 
 Trumpets sounding, men confounding, 
 Joys abounding, saints surprise. 
 
 They know the sound, it doth them charm, 
 Their hearts doth bound, 'tis sweet alarm ; 
 Their eyes see well, through the dark spell, 
 "Wlio comes — their lov'd Emmanuel ; 
 Loud hosannas, welcome I welcome ! 
 Heartfelt welcomes that excel.
 
 45 
 
 Angels now in glory shrouded, 
 Marching through the air that's crowded ; 
 Light on earth, seal every saint, 
 That with Christ made covenant ; 
 Healing, sealing, healing, sealing, 
 Christ revealing, fills each want. 
 
 But, ah ! hear a stranger sound. 
 To which earth and skies resound ; 
 The sound of death to sinners all, 
 Who would not hear the gospel call ; 
 *' Slay before me, slay before me. 
 Slay them all, free none thou shall." 
 
 Christ's ministers of fire go forth. 
 And sweep the sinners from the earth ; 
 O, what carnage now we see, 
 God's slain vast in numbers be ; 
 Many, many, very many. 
 Still God's own from death are free. 
 
 Now, appears another wonder. 
 The dark clouds of fire and thunder 
 All disperse, when lo 1 appearing, 
 Glorious Christ, our nature wearing ; 
 Emmanuel ! Emmanuel ! 
 Joys untold each heart are cheering. 
 
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 46 
 
 He comes ! be comes ! in glory great ; 
 
 Saints and angels round liim wait ; 
 
 He lights on earth where he bore pain, 
 
 His kingly honour to maintain ; 
 
 He's crown'd ! he's crown'd ! joy doth abound. 
 
 None dare claim his crown again. 
 
 He reign etli king in Zion now, 
 
 And every knee to him shall bow ; 
 
 The haughty hearts are all laid low, 
 
 Each heart that lives, with love doth flow, 
 
 Seeing Jesus, seeing Jesus, 
 
 How all breasts with transports glow. 
 
 King of peace, and king of nations, 
 Of salvation-consolations ; 
 King of hearts, and each affection. 
 Then we'll walk by his direction. 
 King of life, health, wealth, and grace. 
 Safe in his divine protection. 
 
 Now Satan's fettered in the pit, 
 There his appointed time to sit, 
 A thousand years within that den ; 
 Nor shall he all that time tempt^ien — 
 Plappy era, happy era, 
 Glorious happy period then.
 
 47 
 
 The Spirit then shall fall like dew, 
 Creating every soul anew, 
 Changing and fitting it also, 
 To serve him as the angels do ; 
 Willing ready, willing ready, 
 And steady, free from sin and wo. 
 
 When Christ has wash'd away earth's guilt, 
 Jerusalem shall then be built ; 
 The temple glorious shall stand, 
 And be the joy of every land ; 
 Nations may see, kingdoms may see, 
 The temple built by Jesus' hand. 
 
 Then shall the nations, all of them, 
 Worship at Jerusalem ; 
 From Sabbath to Sabbath shall, 
 And each new moon assemble all ; 
 Singing praises, singing i^raises, 
 Worshipping him great and small. 
 
 Come, Lord, come, thou Saviour, come. 
 Provide thy people with a home 
 Like Hec^ven itself, or Paradise, 
 And may I see it Avith mine eyes ; 
 Rejoice and sing, rejoice and sing, 
 Hail ! dear Saviour, each replies. 
 
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 48 
 
 The earth his own he now hath own'd, 
 The fruits with moisture full are crown'd ; 
 And golden harvests now abound, 
 God's blessing everywhere is found 
 In all the lands, and lofty praise, 
 Praises, long and loud, resound. 
 
 The BOa is turned to dry land, 
 Except where the two poles doth stand ; 
 Christ's harvest now is fully come, 
 His people cry give us more room ; 
 Saints abounding, flocks surrounding, 
 Earth is now a plenish'd dome. 
 
 Freed from sin, with God acquaint, 
 Renewed, healed, they all chaunt 
 Their songs unto redeeming love, 
 God's favours manifold them move ; 
 Mankind blessed, creatures blessed, 
 Lasting all their joys shall prove. 
 
 From east to west shall gladness be, 
 Christ's kingdom is from sea to sea ; 
 The eagle shall be as the dove. 
 All beasts of prey domestic prove ; 
 Sword nor weapon, sword nor weapon, 
 In his reign of peace shall move.
 
 49 
 
 O, my soul, can thou behold this ? 
 'Tis Christ's love doth plain unfold this; 
 Lord, hasten then these scenes to me, 
 " That I thy chosen's good may see,'' 
 " And joy with thine inheritance," 
 Share their joys in each degree. 
 
 ON FAVOURITES, THE JEWS. 
 
 Some love honour, some riches, 
 
 Others have cares but few ; 
 What my heart most bewitches. 
 
 Is just the ancient Jew. 
 I love them very dearly, 
 
 I love them all in truth ; 
 I loved them sincerely. 
 
 Up from my very youth. 
 
 My neighbours they still joke me. 
 
 Says, seek one for ye're ain ; 
 W^hile others they do mock me, 
 
 As turned in the brain. 
 They say they're unbelievers, 
 
 The Saviour they despise ; 
 All rogues, and sly deceivers, 
 
 And little in men's eyes. 
 
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 50 
 
 They crucified tlie Saviour, 
 
 And wish'd liis blood on them ; 
 Which sure was sad behaviour 
 
 Witliin Jerusalem. 
 This curse them long has scattered, 
 
 'Mong nations far and wide ; 
 Canaan's land was bartered, 
 
 That there they must not bide. 
 
 We know that Jew and Gentile 
 
 Together did accord ; 
 And that with one consent all. 
 
 They crucified our Lord. 
 Though we see judgment on them, 
 
 And they are now from home, 
 Unto their lov'd Jerusalem 
 
 Permitted not to come. 
 
 But are they cast off ever ? 
 
 Of that there is no fear ; 
 For God will leave them never, 
 
 A s they to him are dear. 
 His covenant is lasting, 
 
 His purposes are sure ; 
 My lot 'mong them I'd cast in^ 
 
 If I could it procure.
 
 51 
 
 To their own land and nation, 
 
 They shall return again, 
 And shall see God's salvation, 
 
 Which they shall all obtain. 
 Like to a lion hungry. 
 
 Which is on ravage set. 
 The nations may be angry, 
 
 But no success they'll get. 
 
 The Lord their God will head them ; 
 
 Jehovah their rere-ward, 
 Who will to victory lead them, 
 
 Himself will be their guard. 
 The words that God has spoken, 
 
 Shall surely come to pass ; 
 Ere his promises be broken, 
 
 He'll break the gates of brass. 
 
 On earth he'll work a wonder, 
 
 When the set time is come,. 
 He'll mountains tear asunder 
 
 Ere they be kept from home. 
 Some say to me, " What wonder 
 
 Think you that God will do ? " 
 Then in one minute's ponder 
 
 I answered them so : —
 
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 What tho' their ancient temple 
 
 He should again upraise, 
 And down the Turks' mosques trample 
 
 In the space of three days ; 
 'Tis prophecied Jerusalem* 
 
 God will build up the same, 
 Bring Israel all of them 
 
 There to record his fame. 
 
 I think I see this fabric 
 
 In the first morning clear, 
 From Mahometan vile truck 
 
 And the old site appear. 
 Next morn I view each old stone, 
 
 That now 'mong rubbish lies. 
 By God's own hand to one gone, 
 
 A temple large to rise. 
 
 The third morning I enter 
 
 Into this well-built dome, 
 And all its courts I'd venture 
 
 To call my joyful home ; 
 Instead of stairs to stand on, 
 
 Which Solomon had made, 
 To hear the law explain'd on, 
 
 I throw them in a shade ; 
 
 * Psalms Ixix. 35; cii. 16; cxlvii. 2.
 
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 And view communion tables, 
 
 So long and also broad, 
 As seat all Judah, able 
 
 To feast afresh with God. 
 They told me I was odd, ay, 
 
 Jews would no temple have ; 
 Christ spake here of his body 
 
 He would raise from the grave. 
 
 Can you outstretch the promise ; 
 
 No, that cannot be done : 
 The word that is gone from his 
 
 Mouth he'll fulfil each one. 
 Another word our Lord in 
 
 Gives quite a diff 'rent view : 
 As is your faith, according 
 
 It shall be unto you. 
 
 If any one doth doubt here. 
 
 Let them research God's word, 
 They'll more of this find out there, 
 
 Than I can here record, 
 I earnestly expect it. 
 
 The time is nigh at hand ; 
 God's purpose will direct it. 
 
 And give them back their land.
 
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 They are our elder brethren, 
 
 'VMiom I do much adore : 
 I pray to God for them, then, 
 
 He may them soon restore. 
 To them belonged adoption 
 
 And glory, all their vaunts 
 Of \yhich were small conception ; 
 
 Likewise the covenants. 
 
 The giving of the law there, 
 
 And the service of God ; 
 The promises to them were 
 
 AYhich in their church abode ; 
 Of whose were the Fathers 
 
 From whom Christ did descend, 
 Who's over all for ever, 
 
 God blessed without end. 
 
 Which Saviour we believe in, 
 
 And they'll believe him too ; 
 As COME we do receive him. 
 
 But as TO COME, the Jew. 
 A God that man could crucify, 
 
 To them it seems a lie. 
 Though the Scriptures testify 
 
 Shedding of blood should be.
 
 55 
 
 No sacrifice so great as 
 
 Atone for man's offence, 
 But Christ, the antitype, was, 
 
 Having pure innocence. 
 If one sin for another 
 
 Would for our guilt atone, 
 Then we can go no further, 
 
 Perfection we have none. 
 
 We as our Isaac view him, 
 
 Or as the ram was caught 
 Which Abrara slew, and knew him 
 
 To be Christ's type, was taught. 
 Yea all their sacrifices 
 
 Pointed to Christ, their type ; 
 Their blood plain realizes 
 
 Christ should die for his sheep. 
 
 If to their expectation 
 
 Christ should come, he must bleed 
 To purchase our salvation. 
 
 And their hands do the deed. 
 To them this would be awful. 
 
 And fill their hearts with pain ; 
 I think they may be joyful 
 
 This sacrifice is slain.
 
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 With longing expectations 
 
 We look for him again, 
 When Jew and Gentile nations 
 
 He over them shall reign. 
 The time is not far distant 
 
 When clouds shall him display 
 In glory's rays resplendent ; 
 
 Amen, so come that day. 
 
 O may we all be ready 
 
 To meet the blest bridegroom ; 
 All who to him are steady 
 
 Will joy to see him come. 
 Then Jew and Gentile nations 
 
 To him will homage pay. 
 After these observations, 
 
 Lord, own me thine this day.
 
 57 
 
 EMANCIPATE THE JEWS. 
 
 The Jews, do them emancipate, 
 
 For them I frankly vote ; 
 Would all that are in high state 
 
 Might sign this useful note ; 
 For soon their promised rest will come — 
 
 I say Britain arouse, 
 And with a kindly welcome 
 
 Emancipate the Jews. 
 Mix kindred and nation. 
 
 And do not them refuse ; 
 When comes their great salvation, 
 
 We'll all cling to the Jews. 
 
 When God comes in his glory 
 
 To take their vail away. 
 You'll see them go before ye. 
 
 As by birthright they may. 
 Do them create Dukes, Lords, or Peers, 
 
 In union them embrace ; 
 God soon restores them, it appears, 
 
 Each from their wand' ring place.
 
 58 
 
 I count the nation blessed 
 That are with them the same ; 
 
 I'd have them all caressed 
 By every British name. 
 
 ON READING A POEM ON THE JEWS, IN THE 
 " CHRISTIAN HERALD." 
 
 My heart sa^^s alas, for the Jew he's my brother, 
 And these my kind sentiments ne'er did I smother : 
 My love for all Israel is perfect and true ; 
 To God oft I cry for the sorrowing Jew. 
 
 Surely he oft thinks on his own native land, 
 
 In which they were planted by God's mighty hand ; 
 
 And all his antiquity he will review — 
 
 My heart bleeds in me for the sorrowing Jew. 
 
 I mind that, when young, I but seldom did pray; 
 I knew not the manner nor w^ords I should say. 
 Chief of my requests, which were hampered and few, 
 Show me the return of the sorrowing Jew.
 
 59 
 
 Their temple 's in ashes, no stone on its site 
 That to it belongs, that was Israel's delight : 
 Raise them from the valley, they are not to hew ; 
 Rebuild them — I will cheer the poor sorrowing Jew. 
 
 Their God His Jerusalem again will rebuild, 
 Which to Israel's sons great joy it will yield ; 
 Remembering the old, and on seeing the new, 
 Will with joys untold fill the sorrowing Jew. 
 
 Their foes all shall flee from the right to the left. 
 Though now my dear brethren of homes are bereft : 
 The time is not distant w^hen God will pursue, 
 With lasting salvation, the sorrowing Jew. 
 
 The Gentiles shall bow at their feet like a cur. 
 And yet they will cleave unto them like a burr, 
 Sajdng we will go with you, for God is with you ; 
 A high honour that to the sorrowing Jew.
 
 60 
 
 A'^ERILY THOU SHALT BE FED. 
 BE CAREFUL FOR NOTHING. 
 
 No gloom invests my soul in me, 
 Nor care for things of time that be ; 
 For "vvhile my life preserved is, 
 God will provide in that or this. 
 The promise is, I shall be fed ; 
 A God in Christ supplies my need — 
 Things very strange he brings to pass, 
 And seemingly without a cause. 
 Rest then, my soul, upon that power 
 That blessings on thee thus doth shower ; 
 That gracious word, fear not, be mine ; 
 On it, my soul, do thou recline. 
 
 When troubles sore do on me press, 
 I find in end they're often less 
 Than their dark image did presage, 
 When first with them I do engage : 
 Hence tribulation, sanctified. 
 Works patience, doth God's time abide, 
 And patience v/orks experience, 
 Experience hope's deliverance.
 
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 Tliis is a hope that brings no shame, 
 Because God's love is like a flame 
 Of hope, joy, trust, with all the heart, 
 Which never will from 'thence depart. 
 Rest then, my soul, on that sure word 
 Wherein God's blessings all are stored ; 
 My God will still supply my need, 
 If I depend on him indeed. 
 
 DEDICATION OF THE HEART TO QOD. 
 Ye are not your oivn, for ye are bought with a price ; 
 therefore, glorify God in your body and spirits, which 
 are God's.". (1st Cor. vi., 19, 20).— Repeated by Mr 
 Rodgerson, after the Communion Service, 16th July, 
 1843. 
 
 My heart responds I'm thine, 
 
 I am no more my own ; 
 Bought with a price with blood divine, 
 
 In love to my soul shown : 
 Bought by obedience 
 
 Unto God's holy law — 
 Submission, without offence, 
 
 Such as earth never saw.
 
 62 
 
 Lord, I am not my own, 
 
 Thou wast made sin for me, 
 Tliat I might not endure God's frown 
 
 For trespasses 'gainst thee. 
 Bought with a costly price, 
 
 So I am not my own ; 
 Temptation, Satan's sore device, 
 
 Inflicted him upon. 
 
 By hunger and by cold. 
 
 And weary watchiiigs too ; 
 By prayer and fastings manifold, 
 
 In glen and mountain's brow ; 
 By stripes and scourges hard, 
 
 And by the thorny crown — 
 Not all these could thy love retard 
 
 From making mo thine own. 
 
 The garden's horrors, too. 
 
 Where praying thou fell down. 
 When bloody sweat did thee bedew. 
 
 Says thou bought'st me thy own. 
 By curs'd deceitful kiss, 
 
 And by the cruel bands, 
 My freedom was bought back by this, 
 
 The binding of thy hands.
 
 63 
 
 Even 'midst the dreadful pain 
 
 Endured on the cross, 
 Thy love thou did'st maintain, 
 
 That thee I might not lose. 
 Lord, I am all thine own, 
 
 By these pains for me borne ; 
 These floods of wrath, love could not drown, 
 
 But did it more adorn. 
 
 I by thy love was bought ; 
 
 Was e'er its equal known ? 
 O may I love thee as I ought, 
 
 And plead I am thine own. 
 Thou, Lord of Life, did die. 
 
 By death was overthrown ; 
 Yet, dying, got the victory, 
 
 That I might be thy own. 
 
 Spoiled principalities 
 
 Thy foes and mine brought down, 
 That I to life with thee may rise. 
 
 And be for ay thy own. 
 I'm thine. Lord, all I have 
 
 Shall be at thy command ; 
 Hence I shall be no willing slave 
 
 To Satan nor his band.
 
 64 
 
 What does all this require 
 
 But to obey thy will ; 
 Obedience is my desire, 
 
 Thy precepts to fulfil. 
 To glorify thy name, 
 
 Whether to friends or foes, 
 I'll magnify thy holy fame 
 
 In all my body does. 
 
 Lord, keep my every thought, 
 
 My tongue preserve from ill. 
 That I may know that thou hast wrought 
 
 Obedience to thy will. 
 If ill in me be found, 
 
 Then break these tighted bands 
 That's twined my faculties around, 
 
 Loose them by thine own hands. 
 
 Thus would my soul escape, 
 
 And to thee I will flee ; 
 Grant Satan may no more entrap 
 
 My soul, by thee set free. 
 And perfect make my love 
 
 To thee, my Lord, I pray ; 
 I'm hunted like a silly dove, 
 
 By my foes, for their prey.
 
 65 
 
 Lord, shelter thou my soul, 
 
 And then my spirit shall 
 Glorify thee, without control 
 
 Of them that seek my fall. 
 O God, I'm wholly thino, 
 
 I am no more my own ; 
 Then in my soul do thou consign 
 
 Thy seed of grace be sown. 
 
 It cause spring up apace. 
 
 Till it be fully grown ; 
 And when I've finished my race, 
 
 Lord, own me for thine own.
 
 66 
 
 PREPARATION FOR DEATH. 
 
 Thinldncj, pi^rhajys, these figures of June 8 and 6 may not 
 he past, or, if they he, death is not, I ivrote the follow- 
 ing : — Watch, my soul, my God, let not death 
 take nie at unawares : May he find me close hy Thee, 
 tinder the shadow of Thy wings, protected hy Almighty 
 arm, secured under the covert of atonement, rooted and 
 grounded in Christ, my Lord ; my hopes enlightened 
 hy His life-giving countenance, and my joy made full 
 by His sweet word of promise : Lord, cause me hear 
 Thy voice. 
 
 Hearing the joyful sound, 
 
 My soul would straightway wing 
 To meet with death — that, 'stead of sighs, 
 
 I may the Lord's song sing. 
 To all below the sun, 
 
 V\l bid hearty farewell; 
 When I my Lord do see, I'll run 
 
 Where with him I may dwell.
 
 67 
 
 No other wish I have, 
 
 But Christ with him to be ; 
 Where this base earth shall not enslave- 
 
 From all its fetters free. 
 This burden of guilt, then, 
 
 Shall be removed all ; 
 When God speaks, I will say amen, 
 
 And answer at his call. 
 
 No more 111 raise a cloud 
 
 Of darkness on my soul, 
 Nor shall my foes intrude 
 
 About me to patrol. 
 I find^that I am weak ; 
 
 And, though I hate all ill, 
 The evil that I do not seek, 
 
 It comes against my will. 
 
 I could die, to be quit 
 
 Of every troublous guest ; 
 Whether I sleep, awake, or sit, 
 
 They do me sore molest. 
 Come, Lord, I pray, come soon, 
 
 And all my soul renew ; 
 Cause thy good Spirit to come down 
 
 Like rain, or copious dew ;
 
 es 
 
 And make me meet to come 
 
 To thee, before 'tis long ; 
 To bide witli thee, with praise solemn, 
 
 In the Redeemed's song. 
 
 PRAISE TO GOD. Psalm xxx. 2, 3. 
 
 Lord, I will thee extol, for thou 
 
 Hast lifted me on high ; 
 And over me thou to rejoice 
 
 Mad'st not mine enemy. 
 O thou who art the Lord, my God, 
 
 I in distress to thee, 
 With loud cries lifted up my voice. 
 
 And thou hast healed me. 
 
 O Lord, my soul thou hast brought up. 
 
 And rescued from the grave. 
 That I to pit should not go down 
 
 Alive, thou didst me save. 
 Lord, give me words to praise thy name, 
 
 For healing to me sent. 
 That I may publish thy great fame 
 
 To my whole heart's content.
 
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 Thou art the hearer of the prayer 
 
 Thy people makes to thee; 
 Whatever be thy children's snare, 
 
 Of it thou sets them free. 
 For thou art good and kind, O Lord, 
 
 A help ready at hand — 
 Because thyself hast said the word, 
 
 Thou wilt make it to stand. 
 
 All power in Heav'n and earth is thine ; 
 
 Thou all things canst perform 
 That's needful ; kindness doth combine 
 
 To me, who am thy worm. 
 I'll lift my head, and sing thy praise, 
 
 Although I cannot rise ; 
 My feeble voice to thee I'll raise. 
 
 Above the air and skies. 
 
 Thou hears the soul's loud lifted voice, 
 
 When to thee it doth cry ; 
 Thy acts of love my heart rejoice, 
 
 I will on thee rely.
 
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 ON READING ABOUT THE ATONEMENT. 
 
 I think they darken it with useless words. 
 
 You may speak of atonement as you please, 
 
 Electing love I can believe with ease ; 
 
 Had all the worlds fallen which God had made, 
 
 This one atonement had our debts all paid. 
 
 But this is nought to what we have in hand, 
 
 As God to his election firm doth stand. 
 
 If argue reason speak of common sense, 
 
 I speak of nature in its present tense ; 
 
 A mass of guilt at which God still doth spurn. 
 
 From which we neither can nor will return. 
 
 Can the dark Ethioj)ian change his skin ? 
 
 Our leopard spots are stamped us within ; 
 
 We cannot see ourselves, we are so blind, 
 
 Nor yet the way that God directs us, find. 
 
 Thus man's, at best, with all his knowledge, vain. 
 
 Even his best efforts ne'er can life obtain ; 
 
 With full atonement brought within his view, 
 
 Till God doth mould the soul and make it new. 
 
 Grace reigns through righteousness from first to last. 
 
 By which Christ gives his own their saving cast.
 
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 WRITTEN ON MISS CRAWFURD, 
 
 WHO DIED IN THORNHILL, APRIL 13, AGED 13. 
 
 Flower of youth and beauty, gone 
 To a land by us unknown, 
 
 Fresh fruit to yield ; 
 The seed in thy young heart was sown, 
 By culture beautifully grown 
 
 In thy fair field. 
 
 Plump, ripe, and fit for use, 
 Within the upper house, 
 
 Where thou art gone 
 To live a life of joy profuse ; 
 Early did Christ thy soul espouse 
 
 To him alone. 
 
 Your friends all mourning wet 
 With tears your loss regret. 
 
 While you do wonder ; 
 That they so much on self are set, 
 And grudge the bliss that you now get, 
 
 Without a wander.
 
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 Oh, had I died when young, 
 Sin had not my soul stung 
 
 To such degree ; 
 Nor had my heart with grief been wrung, 
 But I too 'mong the saints had sung 
 
 In ecstasy. 
 
 I hail thee without spot, 
 Thou hast thy portion got, 
 
 Fair heritage ; 
 Now, hear thy Saviour say, fear not. 
 Thou art mine own without a blot, 
 
 From age to age.
 
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 THE STRAIT GATE. 
 
 Many shall seek to enter in at the strait gate, and 
 shall not he able" 
 
 Who are they shall not enter ? 
 
 Is it the reprobate ? 
 Amazing, will they venture 
 
 With God t'expostulate. 
 Surely this is a mystery 
 
 I would wish to find out ; 
 It must be a great secrecy, 
 
 Or problem dark, no doubt. 
 
 The seeker disappointed ! 
 
 I think it cannot be ; 
 But then, its God's anointed 
 
 Says so, as we do see. 
 But what's as interesting — 
 
 Shall I rejected be ? 
 This is the serious question 
 
 That so much puzzles me.
 
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 Lord, grant I may not wander 
 
 To Ijycvvnys, nor turn back; 
 Tliough 1 bo an offcndcir, 
 
 And all that'H good do lack. 
 Although the gate ho ntraitcr, 
 
 That m sonic cannot win, 
 Thou art the glorious waiter — 
 
 Lord, open, let mo in ! 
 
 "A JUST GOD ANJJ A SAVIOLll." 
 
 3Jr Jlodyerson choBe thsm words for the Sermon ai his 
 
 Sacrament, Jvhj 21, 1844. 
 
 A just God and a Saviour, 
 
 My heart believes in both. 
 And either of them to pass o'er 
 
 My soul wonld be right loath. 
 Justice is such a diadem, 
 
 Scarce found with any man ; 
 "Who then would part with such a ge 
 
 That knows its upright plan.
 
 God is just, when he justifies 
 
 All who in Christ believe ; 
 The guilty he will not despise, 
 
 That for his sins doth grieve : 
 Kor will he add one drop of wrath 
 
 More to us than is due, 
 Although we are his foes, wno hath 
 
 Despised his Mords true. 
 
 1*11 lay my hand upon my mouth, 
 
 I've sinned against light, 
 And in face of his love ; in truth, 
 
 My soul is in a plight. 
 I say right oft, what shall I do ? 
 
 Will God speak peace again ? 
 I'm sold for nought the Devil to, 
 
 And must I thus remain. 
 
 I cannot manage my heart sin, 
 
 Xor can myself renew ; 
 If, in his justice, God begin 
 
 To judge, I'll get my due. 
 I could say nought, nor speak a word, 
 
 If he do me condemn ; 
 I have it bought — this to the Lord 
 
 I now confess solemn.
 
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 But though with grief I sore am tossed, 
 
 And he a Saviour named, 
 Who can save to the uttermost, 
 
 And for salvation famed — 
 I come to thee, Lord, with my grief, 
 
 And cry put not away ; 
 Besides thee I have no relief, 
 
 On which my soul can stay. 
 
 I come to thee in a good day. 
 
 That thou doth honour much ; 
 Hear my soul's cry, I humbly pray, 
 
 I near to thee approach. 
 If thou say nay, then thou dost know 
 
 I have myself destroyed ; 
 Thou'rt strong to save me from my woe, 
 
 O make not thy word void. 
 
 I for a pardon to thee come, 
 
 Which I so much do need. 
 And though thou hast denied some. 
 
 Deny me not, I plead. 
 If there be a rich diadem 
 
 To make thy crown shine bright, 
 From among sinners, all of them. 
 
 My soul would give most light.
 
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 Of thy mercy and faithfulness 
 
 If thou wilt favour mo, 
 My soul doth nearer to thee press 
 
 When I thy name do see. 
 A Saviour able to save, 
 
 I cry make me all new ; 
 A blessing from thy hand I crave, 
 
 For thou hast not a few\ 
 
 Thy name did soften my hard heart, 
 
 O, let me see thy face ; 
 My soul would court thee not to part, 
 
 Lord, do thou me solace. 
 My heart and soul doth to thee flee, 
 
 Thou art my Lord and God ; 
 My Saviour, do thou me free 
 
 With thy atoning blood. 
 
 The waters overwiielmed me, 
 
 They over me do roll ; 
 O, from Jonathan's house me free, 
 
 In pity to my soul. 
 And draw me out of the deep mire 
 
 Which I am sunk into ; 
 Nor me pursue, in thy just ire, 
 
 Lest thou mv soul undo.
 
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 Thou art a king more merciful 
 
 Tlian any human king : 
 Thou also art more bountiful 
 
 Than all who gifts can bring. 
 Thy mercy, Lord, is what I ask. 
 
 But cannot it obtain ; 
 Thy face so comely, wears a mask, 
 
 To seek thee, look in vain. 
 
 My heart is overpowered with 
 
 Mine old iniquities ; 
 That I to wrestle have no pith, 
 
 Not so much as to rise. 
 Yet thou my mouth, with arguments, 
 
 Did condescend to fill ; 
 My heart did burn, my soul got vent, 
 
 Yet got not all my will. 
 
 All my heart could suggest, I sought. 
 
 Both for myself and thine ; 
 That witness for thee, but got nought. 
 
 For which my heart doth pine. 
 Yet Lord, I hope, my fond request, 
 
 Before thee still doth lie ; 
 Do thou an answer give me, lest 
 
 I, by thy silence, die.
 
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 Lord, I am thine, do thou this night 
 
 Confirm the same to me ; 
 Pardon my sin, nor do tliou sliglit, 
 
 My soul proffered to tliee. 
 This moment I would thee embrace 
 
 As prophet, priest, and king ; 
 And God's best gift, grant I may trace 
 
 Thee mine in every tiling. 
 
 O, may to-morrow, the last day 
 
 Of the feast, be the best ; 
 Forget me not, O Lord, I pray. 
 
 Nor slight my case distrest. 
 Direct thy servants to a word 
 
 Wliich tliou thyself will bless 
 With thy good spirit, which thou, Lord, 
 
 Doth sometimes send express. 
 
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 ON JEREMIAH xi., 17. 
 
 I have procured all those ills 
 
 That come on me day after day ; 
 Iniquity's bill never stills, 
 
 Which I am not powerful to pay. 
 Is there not a cause on God's side 
 
 For stripes in the way he doth please, 
 To bring down my soul from its pride, 
 
 And it to rouse up from its ease ? 
 
 Lord, do not long with me contend, 
 
 Thou know'st thy servant is but dust ; 
 And I cannot to strength pretend, 
 
 On thee alone is all my trust. 
 Lord, save my soul from every ill, 
 
 Be pleased spare my body too : 
 Make me so holy as fulfil 
 
 Thy will in all I think or do.
 
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 ON MY BAD HEART. 
 
 Yet Lord, I am thine own, 
 
 With joy I recollect, 
 One thing I ask, thou will look dovin, 
 
 And my vile heart inspect. 
 
 make me like thyself, 
 Thy likeness fair on me 
 
 Draw thou ; and from all earthly pelf 
 My careful heart set free. 
 
 1 languish like to faint, 
 
 By right, Lord, I am thine ; 
 I want a new heart like a saint, 
 
 For a dead heart is mine. 
 If my life be in Christ, 
 
 And he my living head, 
 Why am I thus with death opprest ? 
 
 Say to me, live, though dead. 
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 I often groan and moan, 
 
 And say what will I do ; 
 O Lord ! leave me not thus alone, 
 
 But listen me unto. 
 And what to do teach me, 
 
 And how to pray to thee ; 
 Let my prayer acceptable be, 
 
 And give me thy grace free. 
 
 This weight about my heart. 
 
 And burden of my guilt : 
 Thy pardon to my soul impart, 
 
 And make my heart exult 
 In thy forgiving grace 
 
 And mercy unto me, 
 That I no more may cry, alas ! 
 
 Lord, lift my soul to thee. 
 
 By faith and holy love, 
 
 That I may Jesus see ; 
 Those twin-like graces of thy dove, 
 
 Lord, give them both to me.
 
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 WRITTEN 21sT AUGUST, 1837, AFTER I HAD 
 RECOVERED FROM INFLUENZA. 
 
 I thought death had been in my cup 
 
 Of sore affliction, 
 But yet my Jesus held me up 
 
 In life when almost gone. 
 I could not pray, my great distress 
 
 To him was only known ; 
 I think Satan did on me press 
 
 To hare me crumbled down. 
 
 But not so fast my foe, though ill, 
 
 Shall not triumph o'er me ; 
 Through fire and water Jesus will 
 
 Be my good company ; 
 I have his word, nor am afraid 
 
 That he will take it back ; 
 Then, though my foes be all array'd, 
 
 And death and hell attack, 
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 84 
 
 One word of his for my defence 
 
 Will make a thousand fly, 
 Two makes me like omnipotence 
 
 To cause ten thousand die ; 
 His precious name around my soul 
 
 Is like a wall of fire, 
 No foe can pierce, it makes me troul 
 
 Lilie to my vast desire. 
 
 I'm more than match for that vile crew, 
 
 They flee away like bees. 
 Yet for to sting, take care they do. 
 
 Their sting is my disease ; 
 Tho' my weak soul be like a moth 
 
 Under God's pressing hand. 
 Yet when he strengthens me, then both 
 
 Body and soul doth stand. 
 
 In his strength, which would strengthen me, 
 
 If he will it impart. 
 My foes should at my watchword flee 
 
 E'er I could strike one dart. 
 Could I my Jesus' name pronounce 
 
 His dignity and grace. 
 The hellish legions would at once 
 
 Flee all before my face.
 
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 What now ? I cannot, soon I may, 
 
 With courage bold and free, 
 Do mighty deeds with Paul, and say, 
 
 Through Christ who strengthens me. 
 When he himself doth give the word 
 
 It kindles all my soul, 
 Its influence, my healing Lord, 
 
 Makes me completely whole. 
 
 It is himself in mighty power, 
 
 Thus doth his art display. 
 My good physician me to cure 
 
 Makes all disease give way ; 
 Horrors of conscience, unbelief. 
 
 And hardness of the heart, 
 His word's the balm for my relief 
 
 He freely doth impart ; 
 
 Foes and disease away doth send, 
 
 My soul with health arrays, 
 As tho' I ne'er did him offend. 
 
 Such are his kindly ways ; 
 Awake my soul, thy lineage prove 
 
 To my Redeemer near. 
 Do thou emit high flames of love 
 
 Till he with joy appear. 
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 Do thou creep nearer to his side, 
 
 Till, lock'd in his embrace, 
 He doth avow thee as his bride. 
 
 And sweetly thee solace. 
 O joy of joys, eternal God, 
 
 My Lord, my life, my love, 
 Take heart and soul to thy abode. 
 
 To dwell with thee above. 
 
 Fix'd as a pillar in thine house 
 
 To thee my soul unite. 
 Where on thy glory I may muse, 
 
 To walk with thee in white ; 
 That when I die, for die I must. 
 
 Thou to my soul may come, 
 And take it from this filthy dust 
 
 To thy eternal home. 
 
 Thus freed from sin and tempting foes 
 
 By my subduing king, 
 I'll joy in thee by whom I rose, 
 
 And thy praise loudly sing.
 
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 FROM NUMBERS, CHAP. X., v. 23. 
 
 The pluce which the Loi-d said I will give it you. 
 
 God's kindness I'll record, 
 
 I have from his word true — 
 The land of promise which the Lord 
 
 Said I will give it you ; 
 It is that happy land 
 
 Where both Gentile and Jew 
 Shall enter in at God's command, 
 
 Who said I'll give it you. 
 
 It is a land of bliss, 
 
 Those gone there are not few, 
 Wliat multitudes from Isra'l is, 
 
 Wliom it Avas promis'd to. 
 It is a land of life. 
 
 Neither griefs old or new, 
 Therein exists no war nor strife, 
 
 God said I'll give it you ; 
 
 No death in it is found. 
 No cares wrinkle the brow, 
 
 Jehovah's wealth there doth abound. 
 Who said I'll give it you.
 
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 No sin to mar our joy, 
 
 No foes the soul pursue, 
 Songs in that land each soul cmploj^, 
 
 God said Fll give it you. 
 
 Hearing the joyful sound 
 
 My heart to joy it drew, 
 God's word is surely solid ground, 
 
 Who said I'll give it you. 
 When God doth give the word 
 
 All unbelief's base crew 
 Give way ; my soul, now praise the Lord, 
 
 Who said I'll give it you ; 
 
 I oft say. Lord, Fm thine. 
 
 With reverence I'll bow 
 To thee who makest Canaan mine, 
 
 And said I'll give it 3^ou. 
 
 FROM NUMBERS, CHAP. X. v. 29. 
 The Lord hath sjjol-en good concerning Israel." 
 
 The Lord had spoken good 
 
 Concerning Israel — 
 Life, peace, health, raiment, wealth, and good ; 
 
 Nor shall their foes prevail.
 
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 The Lord hath promised 
 
 A new heart to bestow, 
 And cheers the soul that was misled 
 
 To bondage here below. 
 
 Our God hath said also, 
 
 He'll change the heart of stone ; 
 Under our feet he'll cause to go, 
 
 And bruise, the wicked one. 
 God says he's Israel's strength, 
 
 And is become our song ; 
 Fear not then, Israel, at length 
 
 Triumphs to thee belong. 
 
 Israel, fear not, 
 
 I have redeemed thee ; 
 
 1 called thee to share a lot 
 Above angels' degree. 
 
 Fear not, I am thy God, 
 And I will strengthen thee ; 
 
 Help and uphold thee 'neath thy load. 
 My right hand thine shall be. 
 
 My righteousness gird on. 
 
 As thy rich garment to), 
 For Israel he is my son, 
 
 For whom I'll wonders do.
 
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 God's good to Israel, 
 
 Neither repent will he ; 
 What he has spoken, nought shall fail, 
 
 Which Israel shall see. 
 
 ON THE 
 
 DEATH OF SIR THOMAS KIRKPATRICK. 
 
 Sad news, I hear our Baron's gone, 
 
 Which I sincerely do bemoan ; 
 
 He was a nobleman by birth, 
 
 His equal is not in this earth. 
 
 His worth I cannot calculate, 
 
 He held high office under State, 
 
 In which he did so well behave. 
 
 To every one he justice gave ; 
 
 When he himself sat on the bench. 
 
 He from true honour did not flinch ; 
 
 To rich and poor he was the same, 
 
 None ever did his conduct blame ; 
 
 National law he made his rule. 
 
 When he judged, as in wisdom's school. 
 
 So perfectly disinterested. 
 
 With poor oppress'd he never jested.
 
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 He squared his life by God's own law, 
 
 Of His commands he stood in awe ; 
 
 He was a ruling elder, too, 
 
 Which duties he did humbly do. 
 
 No pride had he ; his humble mind 
 
 To all \Yas courteous and kind. 
 
 Mine eyes are wet, brave Closeburn weep, 
 
 And dress yourself in mourning deep ; 
 
 Attend our chieftain to his home, 
 
 He doth again to Closeburn come. 
 
 Were I a man, though humbly drest, 
 
 I'd scorn a bidding as a guest, 
 
 But go unbid by prose or verse, 
 
 Ayont the Nith to meet his hearse, 
 
 Accompanying his remains 
 
 To Closeburn tomb in mournful strains ; 
 
 And as an heritor in Keir, 
 
 They ought all to attend his bier. 
 
 His name stands high in heraldry, 
 
 His like again we'll never see ; 
 
 His coat of arms with honours gleam 
 
 With motto " I have siccar'd him," 
 
 Or " I make sure,'^ in modern style. 
 
 Distinction here is not worth while ; 
 
 Now he has gone, and cried adieu, 
 
 While new scenes open to his view.
 
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 I fain would know his place of rest, 
 For tliere remains rest to the blest. 
 He'd say, in Christ I rest indeed, 
 Who was and is my living head ; 
 He has done wonders for my soul, 
 And by his medicine I am whole. 
 
 WRITTEN AT CAPT. GEORGE M'KIE'S GRAVE, 
 
 WHO DIED AT 98, BOATFOllD, NOW OROVEHILL, 
 
 On the 12th day of August, 1790, aged sivty-two years. 
 
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 Happy shade, dost thou see, 
 
 Bathed in tears, thy old friend. 
 Far beyond Bridge of Dee, 
 
 Come thy dust to attend. 
 While I live I will mind 
 
 I'he kind friend of my youth ; 
 Thy heart aye inclined 
 
 To lead me to the truth.
 
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 You gave me books to read, 
 
 And many a bawbee, 
 And was so kind indeed. 
 
 With thee I first drank tea. 
 Thy virtues they were many, 
 
 Remembered to be ; 
 But yet if you have any. 
 
 To mind them it is me. 
 
 O, Captain, happy shade ! 
 
 How changed is the scene 
 To me ; all now is made 
 
 Only labour in vain. 
 Dost thou look from thy rest ? 
 
 Or dost thou pity me ? 
 Canst thou to me suggest 
 
 I soon shall be set free ? 
 
 Then fare thee well, thou spot, 
 
 Where his loved dust doth rest ; 
 Oh ! may it be my lot 
 
 To mingle with the blest. 
 Dost thou ride on the wind ? 
 
 Canst thou not my soul cheer ? 
 Or is the blast designed 
 
 To kill my heart with fear?
 
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 "What is the other state, 
 
 None living here can tell ; 
 Nor wilt thou it relate — 
 
 Is thy voice in that knell ? 
 Art thou angry with me, 
 
 That here so long I stay? 
 I think thy form I'll see, 
 
 So I will haste away. 
 
 Could flesh and blood endure 
 
 Thy converse, I'd be glad 
 If I could it procure — 
 
 In this sure I am mad. 
 Brave Captain, patience have, 
 
 And I shall soon be gone ; 
 Excuse me thus to rave, 
 
 When I your loss bemoan. 
 
 I got a fright at Balmaghie : first there was a sound in 
 the kirk, and then I thought the Captain's father's tomb- 
 stone was going to speak, so I hasted away.
 
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 ON HEARING OF MR GILLESPIE'S DEATH. 
 
 Gillespie's gone, and wae is me, 
 His poetry no more I'll see. 
 
 Ah ! Closeburn's son : 
 How sweet to nature was his strain, 
 I oft said of his works (right vain), 
 
 A laurel's won. 
 
 Now he has closed his career, 
 Away to Paradise to steer 
 
 This world quite from ; 
 And many hearts in sorrow left. 
 Who 're of his company bereft : 
 
 Our Closeburn Tom. 
 
 I say ours ; he was Closeburn's son. 
 Whom she had set her love upon ; 
 
 Who called him brother : 
 His like again this place throughout, 
 Closeburn will never see, I doubt, 
 
 Born in her border.
 
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 His poetry oft charmed mine car — 
 His memory to me is dear ; 
 
 Ma^'- his tomb-stone 
 Declare he was superior 
 To any that went him before, 
 
 In sweetest tone. 
 
 He sung of Closeburn, Gilchristland ; 
 Of Wallacehall and his school band 
 
 His verse did ring : 
 Through town and country it is known 
 Now he with his high notes is flown 
 
 To heaven to sing. 
 
 Hush then each friend, shed not a tear. 
 He will again to us appear 
 
 Another man, 
 Shrouded in light and glory bright, 
 A perfect comeliness to sight, 
 
 Which here began : 
 
 But rather follow in his way — 
 We hope he never went astray 
 
 In a bye-path, 
 But followed on to know the Lord ; 
 God grant our lives with that accord, 
 
 To meet with death.
 
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 ON THE DEATH OF MRS MICHAEL SMITH, 
 
 (mally walker,) tiiornhill. 
 
 " Th<i Righteous shall be in everlasting ranenhrance.'^ 
 
 Loss on loss again, I feel it, 
 
 Since another friend's cut down ; 
 Gnaw^ing grief time cannot heal it, 
 
 Nature seems to wear a frown. 
 Gone is she, but not for ever, 
 
 Past is all her pleasing chat ; 
 Hearts united thus to sever. 
 
 Too short seem'd the hours Ave sat. 
 
 Gone, my prop — I was thy debtor ; 
 
 While few friends by some are found 
 Now thou art without a fetter, 
 
 Traversing thy airy ground. 
 Boundless spirit, seeing, knowing, 
 
 Loving, lov'd by Christ, thy pride, 
 Him adoring, praising, bowing. 
 
 With him now thy heart doth bide.
 
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 All is new, within, without thee, 
 The new heart thou feels it now ; 
 When thou, wond'ring, looks about thee, 
 Strange to say, thou all doth know. 
 Cans't thou not look sympathetic 
 On thy mourning friends that weep, 
 No, blest shade, thy joy's ecstatic, 
 Back thou'lt never wish to peep. 
 Gone art thou, but not for ever, 
 Soon in joy thou wilt return. 
 Not to sickness, pain ; but never 
 Know a cause to make thee mourn. 
 
 ON MRS SMITH, IN GLENCAIRN CHURCH YARD. 
 
 Here lies Mall Walker, this her maiden name ; 
 Next Mrs Smith, which added to her fame; 
 Then Christian Mary, in each feature shone ; 
 Now she has got the new name a._d white stone. 
 Rest, precious dust, till the last trumpet sound. 
 When thy dead heart shall leap with joy profound; 
 Oh, joys so deep as pass all human skill. 
 Humble the heart which they with rapture fill, 
 Say, happy shade, who everything mayst know, 
 Shall I thee meet wdiere joys exulting flow 
 Through every fibre of the new-made soul. 
 To sing to him, who made us completely whole ?
 
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 Farewell awhile, I hope ere it be long 
 To meet thee, my friend, and join thy lofty song, 
 "Wliere thou art free of each cancerous pain, 
 Thirst, or headache, causing thee to complain. 
 The body sleeps in death, the soul is free, 
 Knowing as known, lov'd, and loving je, 
 Delighted in, seeing, shoots the expanded eye, 
 Beyond an eagle's in skirts of the sky ; 
 Outshooting ours while in this darken'd vale, 
 So far doth thine the heavenly circle scale. 
 O happy Mary, well may you rejoice. 
 And with the choir celestial mingle thy voice. 
 
 ON THE DEATH OF ALEXANDEPv GTllERSOX, 
 STRATH, GLENCAIRN. 
 
 Neighbour Sandy is no more ; 
 Sandy's loss I do deplore, 
 Who manfully his part did play — 
 Became an elder in his day. 
 So])er, calm, given to thinking ; 
 Temperate, and free from drinking ;
 
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 Pious, showing good example ; 
 Plating vice, on it did trample ; 
 Purified by true faith, 
 And -with joy could welcome death. 
 Sandy, in your raptures high, 
 Can you hear your Peggy's sigh. 
 Days of youth no more returning ; 
 Days of youth cause Peggy's mourning. 
 Times of joy and happiness 
 Now doth Peggy sore oppress. 
 Lonely left without a mate. 
 Left to struggle with her fate. 
 Left with all her family — 
 May she mind that she must die : 
 Still her family instructing ; 
 Prudently her charge conducting; 
 Casting all her care on God, 
 Who supports each heavy load. 
 And keeps open still his ears 
 Unto widow's cries and tears. 
 Lord, cause her to hear thy voice, 
 And her broken heart rejoice.
 
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 ON ROBERT KER, TANNER, 
 
 WHO DIED JULY 21, 1843, AT 6 o'cLOCK MORNING. 
 
 Here lies the dust wronged no man ; 
 God was his trust — he soon began 
 To run God's ways, like his first race; 
 Ended his days — now sleeps in peace. 
 His loss is felt both far and wide, 
 Especially here, where he did bide. 
 Thornhill may weep, her grandeur's gone. 
 All's left a heap of dust alone. 
 
 WRITTEN ON MR HANNAH, GARDENER, 
 DRUMLANRIG, 
 
 THE 23d SEPT., WHICH WAS HIS BURIAL-DAY. 
 
 The righteous perisheth, none lays it to heart, 
 
 In whose breast blossomed sweet humanity 
 The just are from this life taken apart, 
 
 That future evils they may never see. 
 They enter into peace, and they shall rest 
 
 On their beds, with nothing to encumber, 
 Each one walking in his uprightness blest. 
 
 Till Christ their bodies shall arouse from slumber.
 
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 Such was mild Hannah, now gone to his grave ; 
 
 Honest and faithful to his master still, 
 He finished his course among the brave, 
 
 That every part of duty doth fulfil. 
 I keenly feel his death to God was dear ; 
 
 Drumlanrig lands will deeply ftel his loss ; 
 The very heavens dropt a gentle tear 
 
 Upon the bier that carried his corse. 
 
 How many mourners of the women kind 
 
 Accompanied his hearse to the knowehead ; 
 With moistened cheek and eye all halfliiis blind, 
 
 In deep sincerity their tears were shed. 
 But peace, brave Hannah, peace unto thy shade, 
 
 A well-spent life all deadly foes defies ; 
 Now over death a conquest thou hast made. 
 
 Thy spirit fleeting through the boundless skies. 
 
 Where is thy residence ? — is't in a star. 
 
 Beyond our solar system, named for thee ? 
 Is it near God's throne ? or away afar 
 
 Beyond the space that we can namie degree ? 
 Hear'st thou the wail of thy dear wife and mother, 
 
 And of thy children, which to thee were dear ? 
 Thou would'st notnowreturn, their griefsto smother. 
 
 Nor from their eyes to wipe the dismal tear.
 
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 Rejoice, swcci shade, your friends and neighbours soon 
 Your boundless joys shall share, your anthems raise 
 
 Far, far above our solar sun and moon, 
 And strike new notes to our Redeemer's praise. 
 
 WRITTEN ON AGNES HARKNESS, 
 
 WHO DIED AT VIRGINHALL. 
 
 Oh, stupid mortal, I lament, 
 
 The youth I did esteem ; 
 I saw her, not a word did vent, 
 
 I'll come the morn ; a dream. 
 It was a dream, the morn arose, 
 
 The youth I did not see : 
 Day after day my time thus goes, 
 
 On heedlessly with me. 
 
 Ten days elapsed fast, precious time 
 
 Flew o'er my sordid mind ; 
 Oh stupid carelessness, a crime, 
 
 Which can no pardon find. 
 I had no thought that it was death 
 
 Appearing on her flesh ; 
 I thought it was chastisement's path 
 
 That would her soul refresh.
 
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 Thought she would be an ornament 
 
 Within the church of Christ ; 
 After the troubles to her sent, 
 
 Were all by him dismist. 
 Oh, stupid me, I well may sigh, 
 
 And shed a silent tear ; 
 My darling lassie, now on high, 
 
 My sorrow cannot hear. 
 
 For that mortal is laid aside, 
 
 The beauteous blossom nipt 
 From off its stalk, its modest pride, 
 
 In twain by death's lance ript. 
 For this my heart right sorry is, 
 
 Sighs make my bosom swell ; 
 For she aa as perfect, nought amiss 
 
 In her I loved so well. 
 
 Sweet shade, you knew I lov'd you dear. 
 
 Oft did you fix your eyes 
 On mine, and by their sparkle clear, 
 
 You saw I did you prize. 
 Your manner homely, kind, and free, 
 
 Cheerful, with modest grace 
 All your approaches pleased me, 
 
 In my heart you took place.
 
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 The gentle heart had got a cast 
 
 Of grace, I trust from God, 
 Now, all your ills of life are past, 
 
 With him to have abode. 
 Could I but trace that flight of yours 
 
 Through the etherial sky, 
 Where virtuous souls with all their powers 
 
 To God in heaven fly. 
 
 And to that paradise of rest 
 
 Prepar'd for you above. 
 Where, of all good you are possest. 
 
 And bask in Jesus' love. 
 Dear Agnes, now farewell a while, 
 
 I hope we soon will meet 
 In a pure land where is no guile. 
 
 And every grace complete. 
 
 You surely will me welcome to 
 
 Your land of peaceful rest, 
 Where none are tossed to and fro. 
 
 But all are truly blest.
 
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 ON LAYING DOWN A CRUMB OF BREAD ON 
 THE HEARTH TO A MOUSE. 
 
 Fear not, little mouse, I cannot lay a bait, 
 
 For any wee creature that's hungry ; 
 On my going hence you need never wait, 
 
 I cannot harm you although angry. 
 Though you steal my needles and nibble my paper, 
 
 And do much to you is no use ; 
 My heart could not sanction, though in a great caper, 
 
 To kill a wee innocent mouse. 
 
 Away with your fears, do but come to my feet, 
 
 And lift the small piece I've laid down ; 
 Ye've no cause to fear me, a friend you will meet, 
 
 Your hungry craving I will own. 
 You are just like me, I am hungry and dry. 
 
 For the bread of life I have need ; 
 And could I the w^ells of salvation descry, 
 
 I need both a drink and a feed.
 
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 My nature affrights me my God to com^ near, 
 
 I start back too, and makes delay ; 
 But if you come to me I'll lay by my fear, 
 
 God says, he hates putting away. 
 Well done, sweet wee mouse, ye've more courage 
 than me, 
 
 Though you have more real cause of dread ; 
 Ye've lifted yon piece, and come near me I see, 
 
 Keal want makes each creature proceed, 
 
 To where they can find a supply for their want. 
 
 Though danger be seen in their way : 
 Go out, then my soul, who with hunger dost pant, 
 
 While God doth his baits for thee lay. 
 Go, take it, no danger God will thee betray 
 
 To fiends, nor himself be thy foe ; 
 Then forward, no lion is found in the way, 
 
 Where thou art invited to go. 
 
 "WTiat is my compassion for thee, little mouse. 
 
 That hunger doth press near to me ; 
 Let me ne'er again God's compassions abuse, 
 
 Which softer infinitely be. 
 My soul do thou trust him, and not be afraid, 
 
 Fear and unbelief are the same ; 
 Lord, strengthen my heart, and my soul do thou aid. 
 
 To draw near and argue my claim.
 
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 Wilt thou stamp and fright me ? or send me away, 
 
 Wlien thus I come hungry to thee ; 
 O, let a crumb fall, I come in a good day, 
 
 Thy people have found it to be. 
 
 WRITTEN ON MRS FINGLAND, 
 
 WHO DIED AT THORNHILL ON THE NIGHT OF JULY 20, 1843. 
 
 A housewife good, a strict economiser, 
 Of multitude of duties a practiser ; 
 In matters root she was most firmly grounded, 
 For bearing fruit she very much abounded. 
 Honest she was in every private dealing ; 
 Among the best who had the warmest feeling, 
 She told her mind, with truth would not dissemble. 
 Yet still was kind, and did with saints assemble. 
 
 The darkest night could not keep her at home ; 
 Her soul was light, she to God's house did come. 
 She ills did bear with patience and submission, 
 I think I hear her prayers and intercession. 
 Humble in heart, she earnestly sought grace, 
 When life did part, in heaven sure was her place.
 
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 ON SARAH FERGUSSON, 
 
 WHO GOT HER DEATH BY A MAN WHO RAN AGAINST HER, 
 KNOCKED HER DOWN, AND SET HIS FOOT ON HER ; HOW 
 
 INHUMANE TO AN OBLIGING NEIGHBOUR, UNOFFENDING 
 
 MONSTROUS CRUELTY, TO TREAD ON SUCH A TENDER- 
 HEARTED WOMAN, LEFT A WIDOW, WITH THE CARE OF 
 TWO SONS. 
 
 Sarah now is gone to rest, 
 And of bliss is now possest ; 
 Yes, for spotless was her life, 
 When a maid, and when a wife. 
 A firm friend, with heart so kind, 
 The truth in her I aye did find ; 
 She a flow of language had, 
 With it oft she made me glad. 
 
 Innocence pervaded much, 
 
 Scarce her neighbour's sore would touch ; 
 
 Sweet her voice when she did sing, 
 
 But grief soon her heart did wring. 
 
 Still to me she could reveal 
 
 What might fancied be, or real ; 
 
 Many tribulations past, 
 
 She has reach'd a calm at last.
 
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 Woe be to the man that was 
 Of her death the cruel cause ; 
 Oh ! the pain she did endure, 
 With strong patience, mild, and pure. 
 Short and sweet be her sound sleep. 
 For her loss I now may weep ; 
 Sarah, Oh ! my Sarah dear, 
 Do you know I lov'd sincere. 
 
 Yes, you know as you are known. 
 Never on me will you frown ; 
 HajDpier days will yet arrive, 
 When from sleep you will revive. 
 Happy too I hope to be, 
 When my friend I, rais'd, do see; 
 How shall we rejoice in Christ 
 When our griefs are all dismist.
 
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 ON WILLIAM GRIERSON MUIR. 
 
 William, was tliy heart uneasy 
 
 For a taste of glory's cup ? 
 All creation could not please ye, 
 
 Nought could bear thy spirit up. 
 You for Christ was a sick lover, 
 
 You did weary his long stay ; 
 Yet about his hand did hover, 
 
 Urging for his love alway. 
 
 If Christ unto human nature 
 
 Doth his lineaments bestow, 
 You were his by every feature 
 
 That adorn'd thy manly brow. 
 Feeling, kind, and tender-hearted, 
 
 What of earth thou didst possess, 
 Many times thou hast imparted 
 
 To thy neighbour in distress.
 
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 Honest, truthful, plain, and open, 
 
 Was thy heart to grace's call ; 
 Season'd as with spice, was spoken, 
 
 Every word thy lips let fall. 
 Each sure sign of life displayed 
 
 Thy loud cries w^ere not the least, 
 Fervently to God thou prayed 
 
 When at rest beside thy beast. 
 
 Lovely boy, I do envy thee, 
 
 By thy well-spent life while here ; 
 
 Youth, oh learn, God wont deny thee 
 What you ask, if but sincere.
 
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 ON JOSEPH MURPHY, 
 
 WHO WAS DROWNED AT WILLOWHOLM, IN NITII, NEAR DRUM- 
 LANRIG, ON THE 25tII MARCH, 1844. 
 
 Thou beauteous flower, liow soon 
 
 Art thou cut down ; thy days are flown, 
 
 Amidst thy bloom, ere noon. 
 
 Not many years ago, 
 
 Thou wast a toy and fearless boy, 
 
 And kept us laughing ; though 
 
 Thou were free of deceit, 
 
 Untainted mind, was ever kind, 
 
 Obliging in a strait. 
 
 No matter what you were. 
 
 Time, like a shade, which soon does fade, 
 
 Left you no longer here ; 
 
 Your friends they sigh farewell, 
 
 And so do I, till from the sky. 
 
 We hear the wakening knell. 
 
 Joseph, who would have thought. 
 
 When you were young, and when I sung, 
 
 Death you first would have sought. 
 
 But this hated ford 's a snare. 
 
 The cruel wave did dig thy grave, 
 
 All youth henceforth beware.
 
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 WRITTEN ON MRS GAVIN FORREST, 
 
 WHO DIED AT BIRKENHEAD, APRIL 30, 1S4C, AN OLD AND 
 DEAR FRIEND OF YOUTH. 
 
 And hast thou wing'cl thy flight on high, 
 
 And left thy friends all here ? 
 And didst thou breathe a parting sigh. 
 
 That we should all be there ? 
 I mourn thy flight ; shall I ne'er see 
 
 Thy face on earth again ? 
 But my loss now^ is gain to thee, 
 
 My anguish is in vain. 
 
 No worldly cares infest thee now, 
 
 Thy sorrows all are past ; 
 The troubles that sat on thy brow 
 
 Are vanished at last. 
 Farewell my friend, may we yet meet, 
 
 In joy above the sky ; 
 Where in Christ all are made complete. 
 
 And free from vanity.
 
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 Delightful thought^ and shall we meet 
 
 From sin and woe set free ? 
 And taste the new-born life so sweet, 
 
 And eat life from that tree 
 Of life, and from the living stream 
 
 Drink a pure draught of bliss, 
 Enlightened with light's clear beam. 
 
 From Jesus shineth this. 
 
 With garments white, which Christ hath wrought, 
 
 Our souls therewith will dress 
 And beautify, they all are bought 
 
 By his own righteousness. 
 
 happy soul, gone to that spring 
 And bloom of endless day ; 
 
 Your lofty song none here can sing ^^ 
 
 Within our tents of clay. 
 
 1 think I hear you cry arise, 
 And join my newest song ; 
 
 Nor the day of small things despise, 
 
 Ye '11 be with me ere long. 
 And from these iiiouining sheets your eyes 
 
 Turn, and behold my joy, 
 V/hich 1 enjoy beyond the skies, 
 
 In each song 1 employ.
 
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 A THOUGHT FROM MUSIC LINES. 
 " And must this body die." 
 
 Yes, Jenny, thou must die, 
 
 You cannot live alway ; 
 By death, the bitter root of sin, 
 
 Must all be done away. 
 Refined must be your flesh, 
 
 Before on high you stand ; 
 Death is the messenger that brings 
 
 You to your father's land. 
 
 Would you live always here, 
 
 No, it can never be ? 
 You would live exile far from home, 
 
 And ne'er your father see. 
 What though thy body die. 
 
 Thy soul shall ever live ; 
 Your dust, though in the grave it lie, 
 
 You shall again receive.
 
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 In likeness of your Lord 
 
 It shall you satisfy ; 
 For beauty, and for comeliness, 
 
 Though in the grave it lie. 
 You will no more complain 
 
 The body's cumbersome ; 
 Active then as your soul it shall 
 
 Be when raised from the tomb. 
 
 It too shall mount on high, 
 
 Where you will see your God ; 
 Thy bosom then shall heave no sigh, 
 
 Within that bless'd abode. 
 Then, in no weariness, 
 
 You will serve God on high ; 
 For as thy day, shall be thy strength,'^ 
 
 When far beyond the sky.
 
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 ox READING NOEL'S POEM ON REMEMBEKING 
 CHRIST. 
 
 '' memoi'i/, leave no other name hut his recorded there.'' 
 
 Noel, thy last verse suits my niiiul, 
 
 And pleases my desire ; 
 If Christ alone in me I find, 
 
 'Tis all that I require. 
 
 Lord, from my heart ra:^e ev'ry name, 
 That may compete Nvith thee ; 
 
 Thou well deserves my warmest flame 
 Of love and memory. 
 
 AVhy doth this wicked heart forget 
 Christ and his love, well shown, 
 
 llim in my heart above all set. 
 Lord, am I not thine own ? 
 
 On his head were many crowns. 
 My heart exults whene'er I read 
 
 From sacred page, or hear 
 That many crowns are on thy head. 
 
 My Lord, which thou sahlt wear.
 
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 Innumerable let them be, 
 
 As grass on earth doth grow, 
 They are well merited by thee — 
 
 This all thy saints well know. 
 
 Add to them all another one, 
 
 By saving wretched me ; 
 Fit me to stand before thy throne, 
 
 Of every spot me free. 
 Then will I sing the brightest crown 
 
 Wear thou my Lord for me ; 
 3Iy pardon's price thou did pay down 
 
 Upon the awful tree. 
 
 Crown'd king of heaven, king on earth. 
 
 King of nations thou shall ; 
 Churches and saints, with songs of mirth, 
 
 Joy, thou art Lord of all. 
 
 Behold a smoling furnace and a burning lamp that 
 passed between tJiose pieces." 
 
 O, glorious sight, a God so condescending, 
 Sure such a sig'.t Avould cause a heart surrending ; 
 No wonder Abram offered freely up, 
 His only son, afLer so full a cup.
 
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 My soul bless God for such a revelation, 
 If you believe, so sure is your salvation ; 
 Lord, I believe, Oh, help my unbelief, 
 Thou who art still the condescending chief. 
 
 ON THE FAITHFULNESS OF GOD'S COVENANT 
 TO ISRAEL. 
 
 About the covenant, pray no more chaunt. 
 Though blind see the vy^orth of God's covenant ; 
 With all his saints he will his cov'nant keep, 
 And enter Jordan's waters first, though deep. 
 Lord, if thou condescend to hold my hand, 
 I'll fearless pass, when thou dost give command ; 
 A powerful covenant Jehovah binds 
 To aid his people, their experience finds.
 
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