On the Death of Mrs. Hannah Butts, Part 3

Born that others might rejoice.
Sweetly she their cares beguiled;
Listening to her tuneful voice.
Grief was hush'd, and anguish smiled:
Clouds she scatter'd with her eye.
Welcome as the peaceful dove;
Vanquish'd by her soft reply,
Nabal melted into love.

More esteem'd as nearer view'd,
More beloved as longer known.
Good, without pretension good,
Smooth and swift her race she run;
Patiently her soul possess'd,
When His blessings she restored,
God in every stroke confess'd,
Meekly own'd, " It is the Lord!"

Witness, her companions here,
How she wail'd her infants dead;
You who saw her tenderest tear,
When her dearest comforts fled!
Did she not the murmurer shame,
Teach the sufferer to submit,
Bless her great Redeemer's name.
Weep in silence at His feet?

Smiling on His mourner there.
Ready all her tears to dry,
IsraeVs Strength and Comforter
Whisper'd her deliverance nigh:
Messenger of lasting peace,
Pain, immortalizing pain.
Hastens to her soul's release.
Gives her back her babes again.

Anguish if her Lord employs.
Shall she not His choice approve?
Mark'd for everlasting joys,
Summon'd to her place above;
Happy in the arms of death,
Lo! the heavenly victim lies;
Rachel gasping out her breath.
Finishing her sacrifice!

Life is to her rescue come,
In her mortal pangs sustains;
By the Fruit of Mary's womb.
She the full salvation gains:
Every promise is fulfill'd,
Every grace and blessing given;
Now the glorious heir is seal'd,
Ripe for all the joys of heaven.
Heaven expanded in her heart,
Love ineffable, Divine,
Makes the soul and body part,
Swells and bursts the earthly shrine:
Wafted by the' angelic powers,
In an ecstasy of praise,
To her Saviour's arms she soars.
Finds His throne, and sees His face!