On the Death of Mrs. Elizabeth Blackwell, March 27, 1772, Part 2

Commences now the Christian race.
The conflict good, the hfe conceal'd.
The' eternal God, replete with grace,
Jesus is to her soul reveal'd:
Translated into wondrous light.
Humbly assured of sin forgiven.
She goes in peace, she walks in white.
And close pursues her Guide to heaven.

Exulting with her Head to rise.
She seeks the things conceal'd above,
For joy sells all, the jewel buys,
The heavenly treasure of His love;
Jesus alone resolved to gain,
And, crucified with Jesus here,
The finish'd sanctity to' attain,
The lowhness of filial fear.
Fear to offend or God or man
In all her conversation shines,
While, following the Redeemer's plan.
She carries on His great designs:
Watchful immortal souls to win,
The God supreme she dares commend,
Constrains the outcasts to come in,,
And shows them their expiring Friend.
By wisdom pure and peaceable.
By the meek Spirit of her Lord,
She knows the stoutest to compel,
And sinners wins without the word:
They see the tempers of the Lamb,
They feel the wisdom from above,
And bow, subdued, to Jesu's name,
As captives of resistless love.
Witness, ye once to evil sold!
Witness her kind parental zeal.
Thou wanderer of the Roviish fold,
Pursued so long, and loved so well!
Saved by her prayers, through Jesu's blood.
Thy endless debt make haste to pay;
Go, meet her at the throne of God,
Her crown and glory in that day.
Witness, ye souls to her allied.
Her humble walk with God below;
She ne'er look'd back, or lost her Guide,
Or started like a broken bow;
She ne'er forsook her former love,
Or wander'd in the wilderness.
But labour'd on her faith to prove
By power, and purity, and peace.

Her living faith by works was shown:
Through faith to full salvation kept,
She made the sufferer's griefs her own,
And wept sincere with those that wept:
Nursing the poor with constant care,
Affection soft, and heart-esteem.
She saw her Saviour's image there.
And gladly minister'd to Him.
S How did she entertain the spies.
By fervent prayer their labours speed,
Bring down the Spirit's fresh supplies,
And more than share their every deed!
To spread Jehovah's gracious word,
To do His will, her pleasant meat,
And serve the servants of her Lord,
And wash an old disciple's feet!