POETRY. The three following Poems were not found till after Mrs. Graham's Funeral Sermon was preached. JORDAN. JOSHUA chap. I. 11. and chap. 111. 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 knowest, thy Cov'nant God. The signal too, to thee is known, Obey, remove, and follow on ; The Ark of the Cov'nant is thy guide, Shrink not, but face the rolling tide. The waves toss high their foaming heads, But can'st thou perish? Jesus leads. This way before I ne'er did pass, When all its banks it overflow'd, The waves for him, must not divide, HE substituted in my stead, The curse for sin laid on his head; The law's demands came like a flood, "Till jot and 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, The emblem, then thou may'st pursue, They gather up, upon an heap, I come, my best belov'd, I come; I fear no ill while thou art near, But let thy voice salute my ear; 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, O then, thy 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, It is remarkable that this hymn was selected by Dr. Mason, and sung after Mrs. Graham's Funeral Sermen. "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: "Let us sing, tho' strong temptation "Let us wonder, grace and justice "Let us praise, and join the chorus, Thou hast wash'd us in thy blood, "Hark, the name of JESUS sounded, We shall conquer through his blood, HEAVEN. To be where thou, my Saviour, art, This-this, is heaven itself to me. To see thee in thy glory, Lord! To see as seen, to know as known, The holy, holy, holy, One, Who was, and is, and is to come, The earth his footstool, Heaven his throne, The Church his bride, he her bridegroom. Angels, and Elders, earth and heaven, But silent all, no answer giv'n, None worthy found therein to look. But Judah's lion, David's son, And David's root the great I AM, Appears in midst his Father's throne, As slain for sacrifice, the Lamb. He takes the book! he can unseal! And to fulfil each in its hour. Elders and living creatures fall, In prostrate worship 'fore his throne, Each furnish'd with a golden vial, And harps of gold to a new song. New odours to the throne ascend ! And as they learn, bow and adore. |