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"And He said unto her, Thy sins are forgiven.
Luke vii. 48.
Oh ! shrink not from her, gaze upon that brow,
come? Proud man would spurn thee, woman would
not own A wretched outcast—thou must weep alone.— Yet not alone, one eye still turns to thee, One loving heart still beats in sympathy;
To Jesu's feet thy heavy burden bear,
Thy sin-stained soul shall find a refuge there
The throb of grief that stirs thy spirit's tone,
Wakens a kindred feeling in His ewn:
He woos thy love, and longs to set thee free,
Free from the bonds of sin and slavery.
Thy ransom paid, thy pardon sought and won,
Go! sin no more, thou saVd and rescu'd one.
ON THE DEATH OF A CHRISTIAN FRIEND.
"Thou wilt shew me the path of life; in Thy presence is fulness of joy; at Thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore."—Psalm xvi. 11.
"We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord."—2 Cor. v. 8.
The last sigh is hush'd; and the spirit has
flown To the presence of Jesus, before His bright
With rapture is bending, to gaze on that brow, At the sight of whose glory e'en cherubim bow. No trouble can darken the heavenly home, Where the soul now reposes, no longer to
roam In this dark world of sorrow, the purified
sight, Beholds the full blaze of ineffable light. What vision can picture that world all divine, Where the beams of Jehovah in majesty shine What heart can imagine a glory like this, Where the soul ever dwells in the fulness of
bliss? Then why should we sorrow o'er those that are
gone, Or grieve that their triumph has left us alone Let us rather rejoice, and look up from the
tomb, To a region where pleasures immortally bloom.
BATH: PRINTED BY BINNS AND GOODWIN.