Religion in Earnest: A Memorial of Mrs. Mary Lyth, of YorkLyth, J. (John)
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Religion in Earnest: A Memorial of Mrs. Mary Lyth, of York
Lyth, J. (John)
Lyth, Mary, 1782-1860
"185l.--My soul is drawn heavenward. The sewing meeting is much laid
upon my mind, that it may improve in spirituality, and that I may fill
the post assigned me according to the will of God. I long to spread
the savour of Christ among the dear people, and make religion appear
more lovely.--Finished my visitation at the 'School of Industry;' the
children repeated the 104th and 119th Psalms, also the 12th of Romans,
and the 22nd of Revelation. I spoke a few words, and prayed with them;
giving them a few small books, and one for the library.--A friend
brought me her album, requesting me to write in it. I thought
prayerfully on the subject, and begged direction of the Lord, not
knowing who might look upon it. During my sleeping hours and the
following morning, the subject of the last Sabbath's Sermon (Psalm 1.)
was impressed upon my mind with such force and sweetness, and I felt
it to be so suitable to my friend, that I determined to insert it. My
heart's desire is, that it may be blessed to all who read it.--As I
passed the Centenary Chapel this evening, a gentleman thus accosted
me: 'You don't know me.' I answered, 'No sir.' He rejoined, 'I sat in
your pew about nine years ago. Mr. Curnock preached about Noah's Ark;
and a word you spoke to me afterward, forcibly impressed my mind. You
said, 'Get into the Ark,' and now I have got into the Ark.' I had no
remembrance of the circumstance, but am thankful he has got in. To
God be all the glory!--Sitting by the fire this evening, I fainted. So
graciously does my heavenly Father deal with me, that he blesses and
chastens me in _love_; for this, my heart's desire is to praise Him: I
thirst for a deeper baptism, and more intimate communion with Him."
MY SIXTY-NINTH BIRTHDAY.
Now the evening shadows lengthen,
Nature's feebleness appears;
Every grace within me strengthen,
To sustain increasing years.
Perfect in me all Thy pleasure,
While I sojourn here below;
Every fruit, in richer measure,
Through my dying Lord bestow.
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