*The three following effusions by Mrs. Graham, constituting a part of her "Provision," were found in a separate paper after her funeral sermon was preached. The hymn of Newton which she had annexed to the first, was selected by Dr. Mason and sung on that occasion; and the circumstances described at the beginning of the third, page 434, occurred at her death, as narrated in the memoir, though the existence of this paper was then unknown. The solemn hour, my soul, draws near, The holy ark and priests appear; They forward move to Jordan's flood, The type, thou knowest, thy covenant God. The signal too to thee is known; Obey, remove, and follow on; The ark appears, thy hallowed guide; Shrink not, but face the rolling tide. The waves toss high their foaming heads, But can'st thou perish? Jesus leads. This way before I ne'er did pass, But Jesus thy forerunner has. When all its banks it overflowed, All nature wrapt in midnight cloud; While darkness held its awful power, And all God's billows passed him o'er. The waves for him must not divide, Deep calls to deep on every side; Around his head the surges roll, And rush into his inmost soul. He was the sufferer in my stead, The curse for sin lay on his head; The law's demands came like a flood, My Surety met them with his blood. Till every tittle had been paid, Till due atonement had been made, No beam appeared of heavenly grace, A cloud concealed his Father's face. From brim to bottom he drank up Of wrath the deep mysterious cup; This Jordan passed, he rose on high, And captive led captivity. Justice now fully satisfied, The law now honored, magnified, At God's right hand he takes his place, Executor of covenant grace. Crowned by Jehovah's firm decree With universal sovereignty, All nature owns his powerful sway-- He speaks, the elements obey. The emblem then thou may'st pursue, And safely pass this Jordan through; The priests but touch the watery space, When, lo, the floods desert their place. They gather up upon a heap, Leave dry the channel of the deep; The ark and priests there take their stand, And beckon thee to leave the land. I come, my best Beloved, I come; Now lead me to our Father's home; On thy dear person fix mine eye, And faith firm footing shall supply.