Memoirs of Mrs. Rebecca Steward Part 8

He will deliver me from sin, And set my soul at liberty, He will reward my righteousness, If from my G.o.d I do not stray.

To a Sister on her Birthday.

Your birthday my sweet sister, What shall my off'ring be, I've no rich gifts or treasures I can present to thee.

But Oh! my sweetest sister, I raise a fervent prayer, For all thy future welfare While thou may'st sojourn here.

May many happy birthdays Roll o'er thy peaceful head, In good old age may you lay down Your life among the dead.

And may your soul ascend to G.o.d And reign with Him on high, And praise Him in that bright abode, Where pleasures never die.

To a Minister on his Return after a long Absence.

Dear Shepherd you've been wand'ring So long and far away Your sheep become disconsolate, Therefore have gone astray.

Not so, the Mighty Shepherd, He ne'er forsakes His sheep, He leads them forth in pasture, So rich, so green, so sweet; He leads them to the fountains, Along the crystal stream-- They feed beside the mountains, Who put their trust in Him.