Occasional verse, moral and sacred Published for the instruction and amusement of the Candidly Serious and Religious [by Edward Perronet] |
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To the MEMORY of Mr. W. J.
Who died on August the 28th, aged 24.
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To the MEMORY of Mr. W. J. Who died on August the 28th, aged 24.
“Young men also die!”
Wean'd from the world, and weary of delay,
In haste for that where glows immortal day,
Like Lot from Sodom, and like Enoch borne,
Longing, not late, to Canaan's rest I turn;
In sweet expectance of unending life,
A pilgrim worn and wearied of his strife:
Made ripe for glory, and prepar'd for home,
I restless wait, till Jesus bids me “come.”
E'en now methinks His charming voice I hear,
Now He invites, and now attracts me near:
No longer now His will my wish denies,
I am my Lord's, and He my wish supplies!
Now then, my soul, lift up thy wishful eyes;
Gird up thy loins, and, as thou gird'st, arise;
Stretch both thy wings, and fan the immortal skies.
In haste for that where glows immortal day,
Like Lot from Sodom, and like Enoch borne,
Longing, not late, to Canaan's rest I turn;
In sweet expectance of unending life,
A pilgrim worn and wearied of his strife:
Made ripe for glory, and prepar'd for home,
I restless wait, till Jesus bids me “come.”
E'en now methinks His charming voice I hear,
Now He invites, and now attracts me near:
No longer now His will my wish denies,
I am my Lord's, and He my wish supplies!
Now then, my soul, lift up thy wishful eyes;
Gird up thy loins, and, as thou gird'st, arise;
Stretch both thy wings, and fan the immortal skies.
THE EPITAPH.
Here rests his head, that wants a rest no more;His thoughts collected, and his wand'rings o'er:
Who saw his wish, has seal'd his full release,
Bid him resign, and then “depart in peace.”
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