LINES 
 
 WRITTEN UPON THE DEPARTURE OF 
 
 ELIZABETH BRIDBE, 
 
 OF TOTHAM, 
 
 Who fell asleep in Jesus July 4th, 1846, aged 80 years, 
 
 (JFrom ffiosptl Stnnifart.) 
 
 OUR sister’s reach’d the happy shore 
 Of everlasting bliss; 
 
 She now contends with sin no more, 
 Nor hears the serpent hiss. 
 
 She views her Saviour’s lovely face. 
 And walks with liim in white; 
 
 She now beholds that glorious place 
 She spoke of with delight. 
 
 Nothing below on earth could charm. 
 Or tempt her longer stay; 
 
 And death could not her soul alarm — 
 She long’d to soar away ! 
 
 She did not fear his cold embrace, 
 
 Or Jordan’s swelling flood; 
 
 She long’d to see Him face to face 
 Who for her shed his blood. 
 
 She’ll struggle here with sin no more. 
 With unbelief or pain; 
 
 She s reach’d at last that happy shore; 
 For her to die was gain. 
 
 Her body now has lost its breath — 
 
 A wretched lump of clay; 
 
 She left it in the arms of death 
 Until the judgment day. 
 
 His love was great, his arm was strong. 
 That bore her conqueror through; 
 
 And now she sings that glorious song 
 Which is for ever new. 
 
 Of his salvation now she sings, 
 Who wash’d her in his blood; 
 And with the echo heaven rings— 
 Salvation unto God! 
 
 GREAT TOTHAM. 
 
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