Roused by the voice, that heaven and earth shall shake,
At that momentous period, I _must_ wake,
Among my fellow clay unknown before,--
Must wake with horror, or with joy adore.
Oh, wondrous scene! most awful! most august!
Th' event is certain, and the purpose just.
The Judge's eye will pierce the inmost soul,
Each hidden record of the past unroll;
No word, no motive, no minuter thought
Escape exposure, into judgment brought.
Oh! that these solemn truths, with equal force,
Might rule my soul, throughout its earthly course;
That every scene, and every hour, may give
True witness then, to God alone I live!
So with the saints in glory shall I rise,
To hear the welcome plaudit from the skies,
"Well done." Unbounded love! no tongue can tell
What transports then my ravished heart shall swell.
A worm! an atom! less than nothing I!
By love redeemed from death, and raised on high.
"Wrote a few lines to Miss B. concerning her soul's welfare. She is
very obliging, but destitute of the 'one thing needful.'--Called upon
Mrs. Farrar--we prayed together. How much happier should we live if
the time, so often wasted in chit-chat, were occupied in prayer. Help
me, O God, against this soul-robbing evil. I found it profitable.--The
Lord is teaching me the happy lesson of telling all my heart to Him.
With respect to domestic grievances, I do not feel them to be so
great a burden as formerly. My conscience feels tender, and though not
always equally happy, I find prayer sweet, and the Bible my delightful
study.
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