Epitaph

Stay, thou eternal spirit, stay,
And let the dead point out thy way;
Mark where a Christian's ashes lie,
And learn of her to live and die.

A virtuous maid, for twenty years
She sojourn'd in the vale of tears;
The Father then His love made known,
And in her heart reveal'd His Son.

Join'd to the Lord her Righteousness,
FilPd with unutterable peace,
She felt on earth her sins forgiven,
That glorious antepast of heaven.

Not long for all her heaven she stayed;
Her soul, through sufferings perfect made,
With joy forsook the earthly clod,
And sprang into the arms of God.

Go, sinner, in her footsteps tread,
Follow the living and the dead,
Believe on God's eternal Son,
And heaven is all in Christ thy own.