’Tis I, thy darling wife—see, loved one! see!
O, God! what shall I do? he gives no sign;
O, that I e’er should feel such agony!
And yet his speaking eye is fix’d on mine;
He knows me—Lord! for this I bless thy love divine!
XXVII.
Is Jesus precious to thy parting soul?
O, press my hand if thou my voice canst hear,
For while the waves of Jordan o’er thee roll,
I’ll speak of Jesus in thy dying ear.