"Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, A sacrifice for every sin, All power and glory to obtain, And universal empire win." Heaven, earth, and sea shall swell the tone Of fervent universal praise; And grateful joy around the throne, Its voice from age to age shall raise. In all these myriads, is there one Who had on earth so much forgiven? And shall I reach their highest tone Of love to Jesus? THIS IS HEAVEN. And when this breast to heave shall cease, And heart and lungs are hushed to peace, Some friendly hand the eyelids close, And leave the clay to short repose. Still on your knees be thanks expressed, According as the Lord has blessed; This tongue, then mute, can now foretell Jesus shall have done all things well. Should the great Sovereign will it so, That I in secret with him go, 'T will be enough that He stands by, He all my wants will well supply. Upon his dear, his faithful breast, My heart and head shall safely rest; The fluttering pulse and bursting sigh, He'll soothe with, "Fear not; it is I." Into his hands my spirit I'll breathe, Inhaling life from him in death; Though none should see, faith can foretell My Jesus shall do all things well. Though he deny my half-formed prayer, Well may I cast on Him my care; All things are mine, or life or death; In praise of Him I'll spend my breath. Be this my only wish beside, That God's great name be glorified, What me concerns faith can foretell, My Jesus shall do all things well. WIDOWHOOD. WRITTEN IN THE ISLAND OF ANTIGUA SHORTLY AFTER DR. GRAHAM'S DEATH. PART I. Hail; thou state of widowhood, State of those that mourn to God; Who, from earthly comforts torn, Only live to pray and mourn. Meanest of the number, I For my dear companion sigh; Patiently my loss deplore, Mourn for one that mourns no more. Me my consort hath outrun, Out of sight he quite has gone; He his course has finished here, First come to the sepulchre. Following on with earnest haste, Till my mourning days are past, I my partner's steps pursue, I shall soon be happy too;