'I'll speak the honour of thy name, With my last falt'ring breath; Then, speechless, clasp thee in my arms, The antidote of death.' 'GRACE, 'tis a charming sound, Harmonious to my ear; Heaven with the echo shall resound, 'Grace first contriv'd the way And all the steps that grace display, 'Grace taught my wand'ring feet 'Grace all the work shall crown, It lays in heaven the topmost stone, My God, the Spring of all my joys, The Glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights; 'In darkest shades if thou appear, My dawning is begun ; Thou art my soul's sweet Morning Star, And thou my Rising Sun. 'The op'ning heavens around me shine, With beams of sacred bliss; While Jesus shows his heart is mine, And whispers I am his. 'My soul would leave this heavy clay, 'Fearless of hell and ghastly death, The wings of love, and arms of faith, 'BACKWARD, with humble shame, I look On my original How is my nature dash'd and broke, 'To all that's good, averse, and blind, But prone to all that's ill; What dreadful darkness veils my mind! How obstinate my will! 'Conceiv'd in sin! O wretched state; Before I drew my breath, My first young pulse began to beat 'How strong in my degen'rate blood 'Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous love While Christ and grace prevail above The second Adam shall restore Hosanna to that sov'reign power That new creates our dust.' POETRY. The three following Poems were not found till after Mrs. Graham's Funeral Sermon was preached. JORDAN. Joshua, chap. i. 11, and chap. iii. Psalm xxiii. 4, lxxiii. 24. THE solemn hour, my soul, draws near, The holy Ark and Priests appear; The signal, too, to thee is known, The Ark appears, thy hallow'd guide; The waves toss high their foaming heads; When all its banks it overflow'd, The waves for him must not divide, He was the suff'rer in my stead, Till ev'ry tittle had been paid, From brim to bottom he drank up Justice now fully satisfied, The law, now honour'd, magnified; Crown'd by Jehovah's firm decree, All nature owns his powerful sway, The emblem, then, thou may'st pursue, They gather up upon a heap, Leave dry the channel of the deep; The Ark and priests there take their stand, I come, my best Belov'd, I come ; I fear no ill while thou art near, (Should spirits faint, and 'scape the sigh,) With courage fresh my soul shall tread And now, my Joshua, choose, and lay, For, once a suit I did prefer, With feeble hope, and trembling fear; Thy soften'd glory let me see, Then cause thy face to shine on me; That all around may lend their tongue, NEWTON.* 'Let us love, and sing, and wonder, Let us love the Lord who bought us, Call'd us by his grace, and taught us; Gave us ears, and gave us eyes. * It is remarkable that this hymn was selected by Dr. Mason, and sung after Mrs. Graham's Funeral Sermon. |