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Perhaps for his name,
Poor dust as I am,

Some works I shall finish with glad loving aim.

I still (which is best)

Shall in his dear breast,

As at the beginning, find pardon and rest.

And when I'm to die,
"Receive me," I'll cry,

For Jesus hath loved me, I cannot say why.

But this I do find,

We two are so joined,

He'll not live in glory and leave me behind.

Lo, this is the race

I'm running, through grace,

Henceforth, till admitted to see my Lord's face.

And now I'm in care,

My neighbour's may share

These blessings: to seek them, will none of you dare?

In bondage, O why,

And death will you lie,

When one here assures you free grace

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THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL.

THOU thinking, throbbing particle within,
Closely endeared companion, though unseen,
Self-conscious soul! now from the falling clay
Whither, ah whither lies thy lonely way?
Stripped of the body's organs and embrace
What fates await thee in the darksome space?
Say (for presage divine is given to thee)
Nor dare to say, but what thou'lt surely be.
My feeble partner! in thy fears

Nature's concern and voice appears:
But I a tutelar power have known,
Nigh to me as my flesh and bone,
(For he and I are mystic one:

When thy pulse fails and eye grows dim,
Still I have light, and live with him.
Nor wonder, I th' ensuing way
Can with such confidence survey;
The solace of the years I've lived,
Has been already things believed;
Pardon of sin, the smiles of God,
Purchased by this my Guardian's blood:
His plighted love and influence pure,
Than thy sensations not less sure.

Have made this thought even tenderer to my heart,
That Jesus I shall see, than that from thee I part.

EPITAPH ON HIMSELF.

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Ask not, who ended here his span?
His name, reproach and praise, was man.
Did no great deeds adorn his course?
No deed of his, but showed him worse:
One thing was great, which God supplied,
He suffered human life-and died.
What points of knowledge did he gain?
That life was sacred all-and vain :
Sacred how high, and vain how low?
He knew not here, but died to know.

SERMONS.

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