A Basket of Fragments

September 6, 2019

Call to the Unconverted

Poem written after reading Baxter’s Call to the Unconverted
Though Baxter’s lips have long in silence hung, And death long hush’d that sinner-wakening tongue
Yet still, though dead, he speaks aloud to all, And from the grave still issues forth his "Call,"
Like some loud angel-voice from Zion Hill, The mighty echo rolls and rumbles still,
O grant that we, when sleeping in the dust, May thus speak forth the wisdom of the just.

R. M. M‘Cheyne - October 17, 1834.