Verse 1
But is the hasty spirit fled?
But hath my friend inclin’d her head,
And laid her burden down?
Dead, dead to man, to God she lives,
And from her Saviour’s hands receives
The never-fading crown.

Verse 2
Away my tears, and selfish sighs!
The happy saint in paradise
Requires us not to mourn;
But rather keep her life in view,
And still her shining steps pursue,
Till all to God return.

Verse 3
Her life from outward evil free
From every gross enormity
Her life of nature was:
Harmless she pass’d her time to play,
Stranger to Christ, the living way,
Regardless of his cross.

Verse 4
But when she heard the gospel-sound,
The seed receiv’d in the good ground,
The heart-ingrafted word
Produc’d an hundred-fold increase,
And join’d to Jesus’ witnesses,
She gloried in her Lord.

Verse 5
With joy she flew her all to sell,
Borne on the wings of rapid zeal,
Impatient of delay;
Away she cast with eager strife,
Kindred, and friends, and more than life,
She cast her fame away.

Verse 6
Where Satan keeps his gaudy throne,
Firm as the righteous Lot, alone
Against the world she stood,
The cross indur’d, the shame despis’d,
And only sought, and only priz’d
The praise that comes from God.

Verse 7
When men and fiends against her rose,
Could all her fierce opprobrious foes
Her stedfast faith o’erturn?
A follower of the patient Lamb,
The hatred she with love o’ercame,
And triumph’d in the scorn.

Verse 8
Her solid piety unfeign’d
A witness from her foes obtain’d,
And forc’d them to confess,
“Where faith appears with virtue crown’d,
Religion pure on earth is found,
And all her paths are peace.”