Acts 9:40: And she opened her eyes: and when she saw ', &c

The poor afflicted saints
Their common loss bemoan,
And God regards in their complaints
The Spirit of His Son:
Who gave the Son of man,
He lets the servant go
Out of His arms to earth again
And tend His church below.
What heart can e'er conceive
How great the soul's surprise
When sent again in flesh to live
She here lifts up her eyes!
Did not her eyes o'erflow
This weeping vale to see,
These scenes of wretchedness and woe,
Of sinful misery?
The poor might well embrace
With joy their friend restored,
The church their powerful Saviour praise
Who thus confirm'd His word:
But could a saint return
To dwell beneath the skies,
And not with deepest sorrow mourn
Her twice-lost paradise?
From spirits glorified
As soon as she withdrew,
Oblivion's veil was drawn to hide
The vision from her view:
She then with double zeal
Employ'd her added days,
To do the Saviour's perfect will,
To' improve His utmost grace.
Superior joys above
For lengthen'd toils prepared,
And richer stores of heavenly love
Enhanced her vast reward;
Call'd to a happier state
When all her work was done
She found a more exceeding weight
Of glory in her crown!