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.