On the Death of Mrs. Mary Horton, May 4, 1786, Aged Thirty-Four., Part 2

Say, ye companions of her youth.
With what sincerity and truth,
How free from fear and shame,
Christ and His members she confess'd,
And through a blameless life express'd
The tempers of the Lamb.

How did she put His bowels on,
And answer every plaintive groan
Of poverty and pain!
In sad variety of grief
The wretched sought from her relief,
Nor ever sought in vain.

She flew preventing their request,
To seek and succour the distress'd.
The reconciling word.
The balm of Gikad, to pour in,
Comfort and soothe the bruised by sin,
And lead them to their Lord.

Guide to her natural allies,
Endear'd yet more by gi acious ties,
She urged them on to show
Their faith by every righteous deed,
And close in all the steps to tread
Of God reveal'd below.

From those who did her Father's will,
A thought she knew not to conceal.
Incapable of art;
Bless'd with a child's simplicity,
While, cheerful as the light and free,
She pour'd out all her heart.

When call'd the mystery to explain
Of two in Christ, no longer twain,
A figure of His bride.
The meaning of the nuptial sign,
The sacred ordinance Divine,
She show'd exemplified.'

To whom her plighted faith she gave,
She with entire affection clave,
Nor e'er resumed a part;
Yet Jesus above all adored,
Still rendering to her heavenly Lord
An undivided heart.

When God, to prove her love sincere,
A sacrifice than life more dear,
Did for her children call,
Her children freely she resign'd,
Bereaved, yet happy still to find
That Christ was all in all.