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THE DYING CHRISTIAN.
"precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints."—Psalm cxvi. 15.
"Oh, loose this frame, this knot of man untie,
"I Fear not death, for Christ has pass'd
Its terrors through;
With heaven in view.
These ebon arrows tipp'd with love
Affright me not:
All else forgot.
Like the free bird which springs on high,
I leave my clay;
To realms of day.
To see His face who died for me —
Whose precious blood, Offered in love upon the tree,
Brought me to God.
Though feebly gasps my failing breath,
I tremble not, though this be death,
His arm of love supports my head—
He whispers peace;
My sorrows cease.
Loosely these earthly fetters hang—
One quiv'ring gasp, one parting pang—
The soul has burst her bonds of clay,
And upward flies
Too bright for mortal eyes.
A CHRISTIAN WOMAN.
"While they behold your chaste conversation, coupled with fear.
"Whose adorning, let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel:
"But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price."—1 Peter hi. 2, 3, 4.
Meek is her lowly mien—the loving grace
Quiet and chaste her speech, with modest
thorns. Nor would she wear the costly garb of pride, But the white robe wrought for a heavenly
bride; Her only ornament, the spirit meek, And quiet mind her Father's child should
seek. So dwells she here—no pride of outward show, But seeking chief her Master's will to know; Like Mary sitting at her Saviour's feet, In trusting love, and resignation sweet. Waiting till He she longs for, shall appear, To close her work of loving service here; Till Christ her Lord in glorious power shall
come, And call His children to their heavenly home.