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Did fond affection strive to hide
The intruding foe from her we loved?
Or did the Tyrant lay aside
His angry form by pity moved?
"Oh no ! his name and form I knew ,
Affection wished not to delude;
Death ruthless did his prey prirsue,
But at his side my Saviour stood.
Softly did Jesus step between,
His eye beamed love and mercy mild;
By faith was my Redeemer seen
Smiling on me, and then I smiled.
Mary, may you in this blest book
Find peace on earth, with heaven in view;
Living to Jesus humbly look,
Dying he'll sweetly look on you.
Our hearts united fixed above,
Shall seek the realms of endless bliss,
Where all are gone, where God is love,
There Ellen's gone, there Jesus is . "
“BUT TO THIS MAN WILL I LOOK , EVEN TO HIM THAT
IS POOR AND OF A CONTRITE SPIRIT, AND TREMBLETH
AT MY WORD.”—Isaiah Lxvi . 2.
What can arrest the Saviour's eye
From yonđer glittering throne,
Where saint and seraph ever cry,
" Thy will, our Lord, be done ? "
Down, down past all that bright array ,
He casts his eager gaze ;
Say what can thus attract his eye,
Amid creation's maze ?
Behold that humble mud -built shed,
Approach and view within
A broken and a contrite heart,
Complaining of its sin.
He dares not cast an eye to Heaven,
Yet mercy is his plea ;
He smites his breast and cries, “ O God !
Be merciful to me .”
This is the voice the Saviour loves,
This sight attracts his gaze ;
And angels tune their notes of love,
And say, “ Behold, he prays.”
