American Tract Society, Step by Step; Or, Tidy's Way to Freedom
“ The closing hymn fell with sweet acceptance upon her ear, and calmed, in some measure, the tumultuous rapture of her spirit:— "Earth has engrossed my love too long! 'Tis time I lift mine eyes Upward, dear Father, to thy throne, And to my native skies. "There the blest Man, my Saviour sits; The God! how bright he shines! And scatters infinite delights On all the happy minds. *'Seraphs, with elevated strains, Circle the throne around; And move and charm the starry plains, With an immortal sound. "Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs; Jesus, my love, they sing! ”
