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Wash me,

and dry these bitter tears,
0 let

heart no further

”Tis thine by vows, and hopes, and fears,

Long since~ call thy wanderer home; To that dear home, safe in Thy wounded side, Where only broken hearts their sin and shame may



As for thee also, by the blood of thy covenant I have sent forth thy prisoners out of the pit wherein is no water. Zech, xi. 11.

AT length the worst is o'er, and Thou art laid

Deep in thy darksome bed ;
All still and cold beneath yon dreary stone
Thy sacred form is

Around those lips where power and mercy hung,

, The dews of death have clung; The dull earth o’er Thee, and thy foes around, Thou sleep'st a silent corse, in funeral fetters wound.

Sleep’st Thou indeed ? or is thy spirit fled,

At large among the dead ?
Whether in Eden bowers thy welcome voice

Wake Abraham to rejoice,
Or in some drearier scene thine


controuls The thronging band of souls; That, as thy blood won earth, thine agony Might set the shadowy realm from sin and sorrow free.

Where'er Thou roam’st, one happy soul, we know,

Seen at thy side in woek,
Waits on thy triumph—even as all the blest

With him and thee shall rest.
Each on his cross, by Thee we hang a while,

Watching thy patient smile,
Till we have learn’d to say, “ 'Tis justly done,
Only in glory, Lord, thy sinful servant own.”

Soon wilt Thou take us to thy tranquil bower

To rest one little hour, Till thine elect are number'd, and the grave

Call Thee to come and save :

k St. Luke xxiii. 43.

Then on thy bosom borne shall we descend,

Again with earth to blend, Earth all refin'd with bright supernal fires, Tinctur'd with holy blood, and wing'd with pure


Meanwhile with every son and saint of thine

Along the glorious line,
Sitting by turns beneath thy sacred feet

We'll hold communion sweet,
Know them by look and voice, and thank them all

For helping us in thrall, For words of hope, and bright examples given To shew through moonless skies that there is light in


O come that day, when in this restless heart

Earth shall resign her part, When in the grave with Thee my limbs shall rest,

My soul with Thee be blest ! But stay, presumptuous—CHRIST with thee abides

In the rock's dreary sides : He from the stone will wring celestial dew If but the prisoner's heart be faithful found and true. When tears are spent, and thou art left alone

With ghosts of blessings gone,
Think thou art taken from the cross, and laid

In Jesus' burial shade;
Take Moses' rod, the rod of prayer, and call

Out of the rocky wall
The fount of holy blood ; and lift on high
Thy grovelling soul that feels so desolate and dry.

Prisoner of Hope thou art look up and sing

In hope of promis'd spring.
As in the pit his father's darling lay“

Beside the desert way,
And knew not how, but knew his God would save

Even from that living grave,
So, buried with our LORD, we'll close our eyes
To the decaying world, till Angels bid us rise.

1 Zechariah ix. 12. Turn ye to the strong hold, ye prisoners of hope.

m Gen. xxxvii. 24. They took him and cast him into a pit, and the pit was empty, there was no water in it.


And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they said unto them, Why seek ye the living among the dead ? He is not here, but is risen. St. Luke xxiv. 5, 6.

OH! day of days ! shall hearts set free
No “minstrel rapture” find for Thee?
Thou art the Sun of other days,
They shine by giving back thy rays:

Enthroned in thy sovereign sphere
Thou shedd'st thy light on all the year :
Sundays by Thee more glorious break,
An Easter Day in every

week :

And week-days, following in their train,
The fullness of thy blessing gain,
Till all, both resting and employ,
Be one Lord's day of holy joy.

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