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Soon, by Satan's counsel led,'
Hither, Lord, Thou didst resort,
True, I can't deserre to share
Sins against a holy God,
Saviour! all the stone remove
AUGUSTUS M. TOPLADY.*
Of covenant mercy I sing;
See page 238 of this volume.
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
While I draw this fleeting breath,
A Meditation in Sickness.
When languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay ; 'Tis sweet to look beyond our cage,
And long to fly away.
The whispers of His love;
Where Jesus pleads above.
Sweet to look back and see my name
In life's fair book set down; Sweet to look forward and behold
Eternal joys my own.
Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid;
My debt of sufferings paid.
Sweet on His righteousness to stand,
Which saves from second death; Sweet to experience day by day,
His Spirit's quick’ning breath. Sweet on His faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end; Sweet on His covenant of grace,
For all things to depend.
Sweet in the confidence of faith,
To trust His firm decrees; Sweet to lie passive in His hand,
And know no will but His.
Sweet to rejoice in lively hope,
That when my change shall come; Angels will hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home.
Behold Him and adore;
And grieve and sin no more :
On which my guilt was lain;
As though but newly slain.
The trumpet's quickening sound ;
At His right hand be found.
These eyes shall see Him in that day,
The God that died for me;
Lord, who is like to Thee ?
Weak as it is below;
In Jesus' presence know!
What must the fountain bc,
Immediately from Thee !
For ever with me stay ;
My spirit flies away.
The Dying Believer to his Soul.
Deathless principle, arise; Soar, thou native of the skies. Pearl of price, by Jesus bought, To His glorious likeness wrought, Go, to shine before His throne, Deck His mediatorial crown; Go, His triumphs to adorn; Made for God, to God return. Lo, He beckons from on high ! Fearless to His presence fly: Thine the merit of His blood; Thine the righteousness of God. Angels, joyful to attend, Hovering, round thy pillow bend ; Wait to catch the signal given, And escort thee quick to heaven. Is thy earthly house distrest ? Willing to retain her guest ? 'Tis not thou, but she, must die: Fly, celestial tenant, fly. Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay, Sweetly breathe thyself away: Singing, to thy crown remove; Swift of wing, and fired with love. Shudder not to pass the stream : Venture all thy care on Him; Him, whose dying love and power Still’d its tossing, hush'd its roar, Safe is the expanded wave; Gentle as a summer's eve : Not one object of His care Ever suffer'd shipwreck there. See the baven full in view ! Love divine shall bear thee through. Trust to that propitious gale: Weigh thy anchor, spread thy sail.