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JOHN WILLIAM FLETCHER, OF MADELY.
Departed saint! as here I trace
Thy pure, devoted love,
Thy growth in every Christian grace,
Imparted from above;
Thy pure, devoted love,
Thy growth in every Christian grace,
Imparted from above;
Thy deep humility, thy faith,
Thy charity, thy zeal,
Thy active life, thy peaceful death,—
These to my heart appeal.
Thy charity, thy zeal,
Thy active life, thy peaceful death,—
These to my heart appeal.
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Delight and shame at once they wake,
With low, yet pleading tone;
The first excited for thy sake,
The latter for my own.
With low, yet pleading tone;
The first excited for thy sake,
The latter for my own.
I can but see how brightly clear
Thy lamp was wont to shine:
I can but think with grief and fear,
How dim and faint is mine.
Thy lamp was wont to shine:
I can but think with grief and fear,
How dim and faint is mine.
Yet the same Lord for both has died,
For both has risen again;
The light which was thy guard and guide,
Would make my pathway plain.
For both has risen again;
The light which was thy guard and guide,
Would make my pathway plain.
Oh! for faith, hope, and love like thine,
That I might follow thee;—
Saviour! thy power is still divine,
Display that power for me!
That I might follow thee;—
Saviour! thy power is still divine,
Display that power for me!
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