"O! most blessed JESUS, thou who hast been pleased to protect me through so many dangers, and watched over me ever since my youthful days; be pleased I beseech thee, to keep me now that I am found: I did not find myself, thou knowest; but it was thou, O! most blessed JESUS who found me when lost and ready to sink into the valley of destruction. Thou hast brought me from thousands of miles to shew me thy light divine, and to make me a prisoner of hope instead of a prisoner of war. O! Eternal THREE in ONE, look down on thine unworthy servant, and water his Soul with the dew of thy Heavenly Grace, that he may be prepared to receive that never fading Crown, which is at the end of the race thou hast enabled him to run: and help him to renounce all other works but thine. Now I forsake all the riches and pleasures of this world, for the Eternal life which was purchased by the precious Blood of thy dear Son JESUS: to which I beseech thee, to keep me now, and to the end." AMEN. THE _WEST INDIAN HYMN._ "_This my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost and is found._" PRODIGAL'S FATHER. Now though six thousand miles from home, Yet nearer to my GOD I come 'Twas JESUS' love that set me free, And brought me back by grace to thee, And JESUS will lead me to see; Eternal days. And now that I am found,--keep me That I may never go from thee: Thus fill my soul with thy free grace, That I may run the christian race, And see my SAVIOUR face to face; In endless days. Thou didst seek me when a stranger, In my guilt and road to danger, And to bring me home to my GOD, Didst interpos'd thy precious blood, That I might sing with saints aloud; Through endless days. O! blessed be the sacred Place,[27] Where I have found such Heav'nly grace, That sav'd me from my nature's fall, And give me on my GOD to call; O! JESUS at thy feet I fall: Through endless days. Till then, do thou in my heart dwell, Rule in it and do all things well: Lead me to that e'erblessed place, Where I hope to behold thy face, And help me thy foot-steps to trace; To endless rest. There I shall praise my SAVIOUR dear, While his own Righteousness I wear: I'll shout and sing redeeming love, Which did my first affections move, And never more will let me rove; Through endless days. [27] SION Chapel. _FINIS._ PARKES PRINTER, and AUCTIONEER, ASHBOURN. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of A short account of the extraordinary life and travels of H. L. L., by H. L. L.