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An old man with this peace, which surpasseth all understanding, ruling in his heart, will be so far from complaining, that he has everything to be thankful for which can render him blessed of the Lord. He is provided with an infallible antidote against all that old age can try him with. It is true, I have an infirm body, but, thank God, I have a sound mind. Age has brought upon me great weakness, but this makes more room for the power of God, that it may be perfected in my weakness. I have many pains, but not so many as he has comforts to give me; in the worst of them he keeps me patient. "Father, thy will be done." I have an afflicted body, but I have a happy heart; although the outward man be perishing, yet I faint not, because the inward man is renewed day by day. My supports are great, the consolations of God not a few. I feel the symptoms of old age warning me daily of my approaching dissolution. Through grace I take the warning. They find me living, and I hope they will find me dying, in the faith of the Son of God. The earthly tabernacle is taken down, but he does it with much tenderness and love, and assures me that he has prepared for me a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. May he who keeps it for me, and me for it, never leave me nor forsake me, till I be

with him, where he is, and be like him, and enjoy him for ever and ever! Yet a very, very little while -hold on, faith and patience-and I shall see Jesus in his glory, which is the heaven of heavens.

O thou merciful and faithful High Priest, Jesus Christ, I bless thee for thy kind promises to the aged. Thou hast suited them in great mercy to all their infirmities, and thou art always with them to help in time of need. I begin to feel the sad effects of sin in my body, weakening it and tending to bring it down to its appointed end. To thee I look, almighty Jesus, for thy promised grace. O grant me constant supplies of thy Spirit, that I may profit by my infirmities, may exercise and improve my faith in thee, that they may keep me humble, and I may pray more in faith; and keep me thankful, that I may be more in praise. Thine arm is not shortened, nor can thy compassions fail. Stand by me then, and hold me up according to thy word. Make me strong in thy strength, that I may daily put more honour upon thy love and thy power. In the decline of life let me not doubt of thy faithfulness to support, and, when thou seest it best, to comfort me. Vouchsafe me the consolations of God; when my heart and my flesh fail me, then be thou

the strength of my heart and my portion for ever. When I am weakest in myself, then make me strongest in the Lord; and if it be thy holy will that I should become quite helpless, an infant again, make me to lie quiet in thy hand without murmuring or repining, but believing that thou art all my salvation, and enjoying in thee all my desire. Grant me this, Lord Jesus; for thy mercy's sake, let me die in faith. Amen and Amen.

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A LITTLE way-I know it is not far
To that dear home where my beloved are;

And yet my faith grows weaker, as I stand
A poor, lone pilgrim in a dreary land,
Where present pain the future bliss obscures;
And still my heart sits like a bird upon

The empty nest, and mourns its treasures gone;
Plumed for their flight,

And vanished quite.

Ah! me, where is the comfort?-though I say
They have but journeyed on a little way!

A little way-at times they seem so near,
Their voices ever murmur at my ear;
To all my duties loving presence lend,
And with sweet ministry my steps attend,
And bring my soul the luxury of tears.
"Twas here we met, and parted company;

Why should their gain be such a grief to me?
This sense of loss!

This heavy cross!

Dear Saviour, take the burden off, I pray,
And show me heaven is but—a little way.

These sombre robes, these saddened faces, all
The bitterness and pain of death recall;
Ah! let me turn my face where'er I may,
I see the traces of a sure decay ;
And parting takes the marrow out of life.
Secure in bliss, we hold the golden chain,

Which death, with scarce a warning, snaps in twain,

And never more

Shall time restore

The broken links;-'twas only yesterday
They vanished from our sight-a little way!

A little way!-this sentence I repeat,
Hoping and longing to extract some sweet
To mingle with the bitter. From thy hand
I take the cup I cannot understand,
And in my weakness give myself to thee!
Although it seems so very, very far
To that dear home where my beloved are,
I know, I know,

It is not so;

Oh! give me faith to feel it when I say
That they are gone-gone but a little way!

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