DEAREST, could thy husband get,
With his blood, an amulet,
That could charm away thy woe,
From his heart the stream should flow.
But from mortal misery,
Such redemption may not be;
Vain before the holy God,
Oceans filled with human blood.
Yet let heaven and earth resound,
Such a ransom has been found,
God's atoning Lamb has died,
Jesus has been crucified.
Dearest, let that fountain be,
Opened, not in vain, for thee:
It alone can soothe, can save;
Seek, by faith, its precious wave.
Seek it, sweet one, while you may,
Seek it, while 'tis called to day.
Seek the Lamb, for sinners slain--
None who seek Him, seek in vain.
January 1, 1833.