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
"My two sons, William and John, set forth to welcome their brother
Richard, just returned by the ship 'Duncan Dunbar'--after an absence
of more than twenty-one years--with a family of six children--a
gracious providence having watched over him; and now the happy
brotherhood will, I trust, be perpetuated, until consummated in
heaven.--My son Richard, with his lovely wife and family, have
arrived.--I am now seventy-six years old. How much cause of
humiliation! How much cause of gratitude! Here upon my knees I give
myself to Thee; I am Thine. Let Thy presence be communicated with
fresh power to my soul. I do thank Thee for peace, and a full bent
to please Thee.--My son Richard conducted me to my new residence on
Heworth Road. Often have I changed my abode, supposing each would be
the last remove: yet I tarry. All I want is to move under the smile of
my heavenly Father, and to feel myself under his guiding eye.--Poorly.
Inward conflicts. Went to see a person, who was once a member of my
class; she is still in the way to heaven. We prayed together. Here, at
the throne of grace, I find myself at home. I was at my class, perhaps
for the last time. God bless the dear members."
Graven on the hand divine,
Bid me on Thy strength lay hold,
Look, believe, for Thou art mine;
Jesus makes me humbly bold.
Though Thy courts I may not tread,
Thou art in my mouth, and heart;
In Thy holy book I read,
God in every place Thou art.
With more love inflame my soul,
With more fervent zeal inspire;--
Faith, that can all power control,
Fill the grasp of my desire.
Let Thy word of mercy spread
Freely, all the village round:
Speak to-day, and wake the dead,
Let the lost in Thee be found.
"My friends are gone to the Sanctuary. Looking at myself in the light
of the divine presence, I see imperfection stamped upon all my doings;
and yet, through mercy, I have an interest in the precious blood of
atonement, and long that all around me may enjoy the same salvation.
While now my pen moves upon the paper, move Thou upon the hearts of
the people, who have long been favoured with hearing the voice of Thy
ministers. Arouse the careless; stir up Thy people; and this day pour
out Thy Spirit upon us all; and now, while alone; help my infirmities;
visit me, and give me increase of faith.--Inward conflicts and
wandering of mind have brought me to my knees."
To God I tell my utmost care,
And find my place of refuge there.
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