Verse 1
Ah! Lovely Christ-like soul adieu,
Darling of every heart that knew,
Thy short-liv’d excellence!
Rest in the bosom of thy God,
Who just to gazing mortals shew’d,
And snatch’d the wonder hence.

Verse 2
Unworthy of her longer stay,
Forbid to plead, forbid to pray,
We mournfully resign,
Our friend, so suddenly remov’d;
We render to her best-belov’d,
The heavenly loan divine.

Verse 3
But need we now our grief conceal,
Forc’d in the tenderest nerve to feel
The universal loss?
We cannot curb our swelling sighs,
Or stop the fountains of our eyes,
Remembring what she was.

Verse 4
She was (let all her worth confess,
Let all her precious memory bless,
And after her aspire!)
A burning, and a shining light
She was—to gild our land of night,
And set our world on fire.

Verse 5
She was (what words can never paint)
A spotless soul, a sinless saint,
In perfect love renew’d,
A mirror of the deity,
A transcript of the One in Three,
A temple fill’d with God.

Verse 6
The witness of his hallowing grace,
Talk’d with her Maker face to face,
And mark’d with his new name
His nature visibly express’d,
While all her even life confess’d
The meekness of the Lamb.

Verse 7
Blest with his lowly loving mind,
One with the friend of human kind,
In all his steps she trod;
In doing good, and bearing ill,
Fulfill’d her heavenly Father’s will,
And liv’d, and dy’d to God.

Verse 8
Eager to drink his deepest cup,
She fill’d her Lord’s afflictions up,
Together crucified;
To nature’s will entirely dead,
She languish’d till she bow’d her head,
And with her Saviour died.

Verse 9
Like him, her thirty years and three,
She finish’d on the sacred tree,
In sacrificial prayer,
Calmly without a lingring sigh,
Dismiss’d her spirit to the sky,
And clasps her Jesus there!