Lines written by a Young Believer shortly before her Death.
And can it be, that I, a sinner, vile, undone,
Am now made meet for Him, the Righteous One;
That cleans’d by blood, through His most wondrous grace,
God’s holy eye in me no stain of sin can trace
“Clean every whit,” is Jesu’s faithful word;
Here I can rest, and worship Him, my Lord.
Now reconciled and cleans’d, my wondrous place,
My blessed home for evermore, through grace,
Is where He now is seated, there above,
Amid the cloudless sunshine of His Father’s love:
That love which beams on Him, beams too on me,
For in that Son I’m brought as near as He.
While dwelling thus above, in glory bright,
I lodge beneath His shade, with great delight,
In the lone wilderness, where He has trod,
And left His footprints to mark out my road.
His pathway here was suffering and shame;
May I rejoice, that I am called to tread the same.
And as I pass in haste along the desert way,
Leaning on Him alone, my Guide, my Strength, my Stay,
My soul looks onward to that morning bright,
That coming blissful moment of untold delight,
When at His welcome shout, that resurrection word,
We rise at once to meet our long-expected Lord.
M. I. M.