Her piety with life begun

Her piety with life begun.
Worshipper of the God unknown.
She trembled and adored;
Kept, by her parents' hallow'd cares,
From sin, the world, and Satan's snares.
And nurtured for the Lord.

Allured by His prevenient grace.
Even she walk'd in pleasant ways,
Far from the thoughtless crowd;
A stranger to their hopes and fears.
Remembering, in her tenderest years.
Her Maker and her God.

In wisdom as in years she gi"ew,
Nor selfish guile, nor evil knew.
Nor gay diversion's round:
Like Eve in her Creator's sight,
Her innocent and pure delight
She in a garden found.

Her precious hours employing there
Li useful works, and praise, and prayer,
She prized her happy lot:
Her cup of earthly bliss run o'er.
Yet still she sigh'd for something more,
And sought she knew not what.

She knew not, till the God unknown
Had drawn her, weary, to His Son,
The Lord her Righteousness;
Who paid her ransom on the tree,
From all iniquity to free,
And save a world by grace.

Jesus beneath the fig-tree saw
His handmaid, labouring by the law
Herself to justify;
And show'd Himself the way to God,
And graciously the gift bestow' d,
Which she could never buy.

The harmless youth who freely loved,
He her sincerity approved,
And touch'd her simple heart;
She then with Lydia's ease believed,
A pardon seal'd with joy received.
And Mary's better part.

'9 Yet, though her choice was still to sit
Delighted at the Master's feet,
And listening to His word,
She ran the wa) of His commands,
And minister'd, with Martha's hands,
To all that served her Lord.

Her genuine faith by works was known.
Her light, with spreading lustre, shone
Impartial, unconfined;
Her meat and drink His will to do,
And trace His steps, and close pursue
The Friend of human kind.