Funeral Hymns, Second Series, 31

PART II,

Long in those peaceful pleasant ways
She walk'd, she ran the Christian race.
With never-slackefimg care;
Studious her talents to improve,
She lived a life of faith and love,
Of holiness and prayer.

The weightier matters of the law
With single eye she clearly saw,
Nor overlook'd the less:
Her tithe of mint she gladly paid,
But the main stress on mercy laid.
And truth and righteousness.

The golden rule she still pursued,
And did to others as she would
Others should do to her:
Justice composed her upright soul,
Justice did all her thoughts control,
And form'd her character.
Her " morals, O Thou bleeding Lamb,"
Forth from that open fountain came.
That wounded side of Thine;
Thy love of equity she caught,
Thy Spirit in her spirit wrought
The righteousness Divine.

Thenceforth an Israelite indeed,
By childlike innocency led,
And ignorant of art.
See her integrity approved
To God and man: the truth she loved,
And spoke it from her heart.

To falsehood an eternal foe.
The fair pretence, the specious show.
The gross and colour'd lie;
Darkness she never put for light.
Evil for good, or wrong for right.
Or fraud for piety.

Through all her words the soul within,
The honest, artless soul, was seen.
Ingenuous, pure, and free:
Candour and love were sweetly join'd
With easy nobleness of mind,
And true simplicity.

Inspired with godliness sincere.
She had her conversation here;
No guile in her was found:
Cheerful and open as the light,
She dwelt in her own people's sight,
And gladden'd all around.