The following lines were written by M. J., who at an early age died of consumption, at Linlithgow Bridge, in humble life. They were found under her pillow after her death.
Shed not a tear for me,
Ο weep not that I die;
I am alone, where I would be,
In perfect peace I lie.
A refuge have I found through grace,
And Jesus is my resting-place.
The storms of life are o’er,
The conflict soon shall cease;
Doubts interpose no more—
Now I have perfect peace.
This refuge 1 have found through grace,
And Jesus is my resting-place.
His precious blood was shed,
Sin’s deadly wound to heal;
To the full fountain led,
This perfect peace I feel.
This refuge I have found through grace,
And Jesus is my resting-place.
Naught else have I to plead,
No other claim to show;
In Christ is all I need,
His perfect peace I know.
That refuge I have found through grace,
And Jesus is my resting-place.
No painful thoughts annoy,
Jesus is ever nigh;
No fears disturb my joy,
In perfect peace I die.
This refuge I have found through grace,
And Jesus is my resting-place.
Shed not a tear for me,
Weep not that I am gone;
I am where I would be—
Before my Father’s throne.
This refuge I have found through grace,
And Jesus is my resting-place.