His love unchangeable and free, Thus happy in my God and Friend, ON THE DEATH OF A MUCH-LOVED WIFE. [By the Rev. Mr. G.] DISTRACTING scene! Oh fatal stroke! All human fkill is now too late: The cords of life at length are broke, No longer now my Lucia needs Our friendly aid; the conflict's o'er : A tranfient calm the ftorm fucceeds, And now alas! fhe breathes no more. Yet fmiles atteft a foul ferene; Her mortal frailties are forgivén: Let Hope illume the tragic scene, But ah! to what far diftant coaft, Is flown the spirit of my dear? In what wild region art thou loft? Oh gentle spirit, tell me where! Whether Whether beyond the radiant pole, Unnumbered leagues, on wings conveyed, Where comets blaze, or planets roll, Through azure-depths of space art ftrayed? No; rather 'midft the angelic throngs, With cherubs, round the throne of heaven. Perhaps with sympathetic care, Invisible to mortal eyes, Thou hovereft in the fields of air, There pleafed, thy fweet maternal love, Oh let me burst this clay-built fhrine! There, undisturbed by grief or pain, 55 SHORT SHORT HYMNS, Rom. xv. 2. Let every one of us pleafe his neighbour, for his good to edification. 2 Tim. iv. 18. The Lord fhall deliver me from every evil work, and will preferve me unto his heavenly kingdom. THAT ftedfast faith divine, Jefus on me beftow, To' affure this trembling heart of mine, Thou wilt not let me go; In every time of need, Thou wilt my foul defend, And fave from every evil deed, With me, moft gracious Lord, And by thy comfortable word Preferve unto that day, When thou, our King, fhalt come, With all thine angels down, And take thy fuffering fervants home, And with thy glory crown. |