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“Backward with humble shame I look,
On my original;
How is my nature dashed and broke,
In our first father’s fall.

“To all that’s good averse and blind,
But prone to all that’s ill;
What dreadful darkness veils my mind,
How obstinate my will.

“Conceived in sin:  O wretched state;
Before I drew my breath,
My first young pulse began to beat
Iniquity and death.

“How strong in my degenerate blood
The old corruption reigns;
And mingling with the crooked flood,
Wanders through all my veins.

“Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous love
Can make my nature clean;
While Christ and grace prevail above
The tempter, death, and sin.

“The second Adam shall restore
The ruins of the first;
Hosanna to that sovereign power,
That new-creates our dust.”

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JORDAN.*

Joshua 1:11, chapter 3; Psalm 23:4; 73:24.

The three following effusions by Mrs. Graham, constituting a part of her “Provision,” were found in a separate paper after her funeral sermon was preached.  The hymn of Newton which she had annexed to the first, was selected by Dr. Mason and sung on that occasion; and the circumstances described at the beginning of the third, page 434, occurred at her death, as narrated in the memoir, though the existence of this paper was then unknown.

The solemn hour, my soul, draws near,
The holy ark and priests appear;
They forward move to Jordan’s flood,
The type, thou knowest, thy covenant God.

The signal too to thee is known;
Obey, remove, and follow on;
The ark appears, thy hallowed guide;
Shrink not, but face the rolling tide.

The waves toss high their foaming heads,
But can’st thou perish?  Jesus leads. 
This way before I ne’er did pass,
But Jesus thy forerunner has.

When all its banks it overflowed,
All nature wrapt in midnight cloud;
While darkness held its awful power,
And all God’s billows passed him o’er.

The waves for him must not divide,
Deep calls to deep on every side;
Around his head the surges roll,
And rush into his inmost soul.

He was the sufferer in my stead,
The curse for sin lay on his head;
The law’s demands came like a flood,
My Surety met them with his blood.

Till every tittle had been paid,
Till due atonement had been made,
No beam appeared of heavenly grace,
A cloud concealed his Father’s face.

From brim to bottom he drank up
Of wrath the deep mysterious cup;
This Jordan passed, he rose on high,
And captive led captivity.

Justice now fully satisfied,
The law now honored, magnified,
At God’s right hand he takes his place,
Executor of covenant grace.