'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,
And all the earth shall hear.

'Grace first contriv'd the way
To save rebellious man;

And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

'Grace taught my wand'ring feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

'Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;

It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.'

My God, the Spring of all my joys,
The Life of my delights,

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,
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way,
T'embrace my dearest Lord.

'Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe;

The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Should bear me conqueror through.'

'BACKWARD, with humble shame, I look On my original

How is my nature dash'd and broke,
In our first father's fall.

'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
Iniquity and death.

'How strong in my degen'rate blood
The old corruption reigns!
And mingling with the crooked flood,
Wanders through all my veins.

'Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous love
Can make my nature clean :

While Christ and grace prevail above
The temper, death, and sin.

The second Adam shall restore
The ruins of the first;

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;
They forward move to Jordan's flood,
The type, thou know'st, thy cov❜nant God.

The signal, too, to thee is known,
Obey, remove, and follow on;

The Ark appears, thy hallow'd guide;
Shrink not, but face the rolling tide.

The waves toss high their foaming heads;
But canst thou perish? Jesus leads.
This way before I ne'er did pass,
But Jesus, thy Forerunner, has.

When all its banks it overflow'd,
All nature wrapt in midnight cloud;
While darkness held its awful power,
And all God's billows pass'd him o'er.

The waves for him must not divide,
Deep calls to deep on every side;
Around his head the surges roll,
And rush into his inmost soul.

He was the suff'rer in my stead,
The curse for sin lay on his head;
The law's demands came like a flood,
My Surety met them with his blood!

Till ev'ry tittle had been paid,
Till due atonement had been made,
No beam appear'd of heavenly grace,
A cloud conceal'd his Father's face.

From brim to bottom he drank up
Of wrath the deep mysterious cup;
This Jordan pass'd, then rose on high,
And captive led captivity.

Justice now fully satisfied,

The law, now honour'd, magnified;
At God's right hand he takes his place,
Executor of cov'nant Grace.

Crown'd by Jehovah's firm decree,
With universal sov'reignty;

All nature owns his powerful sway,
He speaks, the elements obey.

The emblem, then, thou may'st pursue,
And safely pass this Jordan through;
The priests but touch the watery space,
When, lo! the floods desert their place.

They gather up upon a heap,

Leave dry the channel of the deep;

The Ark and priests there take their stand,
And beckon thee to leave the land.

I come, my best Belov'd, I come ;
Now lead me to our Father's home!
On thy dear person fix mine eye,
And faith firm footing shall supply.

I fear no ill while thou art near,
But let thy voice salute my ear,

(Should spirits faint, and 'scape the sigh,)
With these sweet words,' Fear not, 'tis I.'

With courage fresh my soul shall tread
On faith's firm ground where thou dost lead;
While still upon thy gracious face
My steady eye maintains its place.

And now, my Joshua, choose, and lay,
The stones in Jordan's middle way;
Let them o'ertop the flowing wave,
Memorial of thy power to save.

For, once a suit I did prefer,

With feeble hope, and trembling fear;
That I might have a Pisgah view,
In Jordan's swells, of Canaan new.

Thy soften'd glory let me see,

Then cause thy face to shine on me;
And tune my heart, and tune my voice,
And language furnish to rejoice.

That all around may lend their tongue,
And sweetly join my dying song;
Then, Newton, sav'd by grace, like me,
We'll sing of sov'reign grace with thee.

NEWTON.*

'Let us love, and sing, and wonder,
Let us praise the Saviour's name;
He has hush'd the Law's loud thunder,
He has quench'd Mount Sinai's flame.
He has wash'd us in his blood,
He has brought us nigh to God.

Let us love the Lord who bought us,
Pitied us when enemies;

Call'd us by his grace, and taught us;

Gave us ears, and gave us eyes.
He has wash'd us in his blood,
He presents our souls to God.

* It is remarkable that this hymn was selected by Dr. Mason, and sung after Mrs. Graham's Funeral Sermon.