On the Death of Mrs. Anne Cowper

Saviour of all, our thanks receive!
With Thee their righteous spirits live
Who lived and died in Thee below:
Purged while they lived from every stain,
Saved when they died from grief and pain,
And snatch'd out of a world of woe.
We bless Thee for Thy tender love,
Which call'd our friend to joys above,
And bade her stormy troubles cease;
She now is harbour'd in Thy breast,
And there the weary are at rest,
And there she reigns in glorious bliss.

Long in the mortal toils she lay,
As hell were swallowing up its prey,
Exposed to all the' Accuser's power:
Who can the mystic woe reveal?
Who can conceive, but those that feel,
The darkness of that fiery hour?
Medicine prolong'd and edged her pains,
And tore its way through all her veins,
And shook her reason from its seat;
Held on the rack, she tasted death,
And, ground between the lion's teeth,
Shriek'd as he show'd the yawning pit.

Conform'd to an expiring God,
Her spirit sweat His sweat of blood,
And drank distraction's deepest cup;
Higher the anguish rose, and higher,
While, terribly baptized with fire,
She fill'd her Lord's afflictions up.
Did she not to her Father look?
Her Father still His own forsook,
And left her bleeding on the tree;
She sunk beneath her Saviour's load.
And cried His cry, " My God, my God,
Ah! why hast Thou forsaken me?"

But ended is the grief unknown,
Tis done, (ye saints, rejoice,) 'tis done!
Her soul is spent in sacrifice!
In life and death to Jesus join'd,
Into her Father's hands resign'd,
She meekly bows her head, and dies.
She dies into the world above,
She lives the heavenly life of love,
And the new song of Moses sings;
She sees the God whom saints adore,
Whom angels hymn, and fall before,
And wrap their faces in their wings.

In rapture lost, the heavenly choir
The dear Redeemer's love admire,
Which brought His suffering servant through;
Loudly they sing His sovereign grace,
Wisdom, and power, and thanks, and praise,
And glory are our Jesu's due.
This is the soul, with shouts they cry,
That did in Jesus live and die,
And wash'd her garments in His blood;
Through much distress, and toil, and pain,
Hither she comes with Him to reign,
She stands before the throne of God.

With all that loved the bleeding Lamb,
She stands her great reward to claim,
Adorn'd with palm and robed in white;
Shines, with peculiar glories graced,
In God's eternal temple placed
To serve her Maker day and night.
Surely the High and Lofty One,
Jehovah sitting on His throne,
Among these faithful souls shall dwell;
Their life of pain and want is o'er,
They hunger here and thirst no more,
Nor heat nor slightest suffering feel.

The Lamb that with His Father reigns
Their happy, happy spirits sustains,
With heavenly food delights to fill;
His saints He shall for ever feed,
And by the living waters lead,
The springs of joy ineffable.
He now hath wiped away their tears,
And each bright soul as God appears,
But waits till all are gather'd home;
Till all in one assembly meet,
All earth and heaven the cry repeat,
"Come, glorious God, to judgment come!"