This young lady had been confined
to a bed of severe suffering for one year. At last her soul
was ripened for glory. The time came that she must die,
and her deathbed was a scene of triumph. Christ was very precious
to her, and His love was wonderfully manifested to her soul. She often
exclaimed, My beloved is mine, and I am His. The following are
among her last words. To her distant brother she thus
dictated a letter. Dear Brother, I know not whether
I shall meet you again on earth, but I hope to meet you in heaven,
where we shall be forever singing the praises of God, where the
Lamb, who is in the midst of the throne, shall feed us and
lead us unto living fountains of water, and where God shall
wipe away all tears from our eyes. To her father, who said
to her, I fear I must lose you, she replied, your loss will be
my gain. I have a building from God, a
house, not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. And again, when
he said, I think you will fall asleep in Jesus, she responded,
it will be a happy change. She exclaimed in a transport
of joy, oh, I would not give up Christ for all the world.
Her earthly course being nearly finished, she opened her eyes,
which were soon to be closed in death, and in the language
of strong unshaken faith exclaimed with Job, But as for me, I know
that my Redeemer lives, and that He will stand upon the earth
at last. And after my body has decayed,
yet in my body I will see God. I will see him for myself. Yes,
I will see him with my own eyes. I am overwhelmed at the thought. Once she broke out into a rapture
and exclaimed, Oh, to be forever with the Lord. What a happy change. Her faith remained firm unto
the end, and her hope and confidence unshaken to the last. Her sky
was clear and serene, her mind calm and composed, and thus she
fell asleep in Jesus and entered into the joy of her Lord. A few
days before this young lady died, she requested the following lines
to be read at her funeral. To my young companions, My youthful
mates, both small and great, Stand here and you shall see
an awful sight Which is a type of what you soon will be. I used
to appear once fresh and fair Among the youthful crowd, but
now behold me Dead and cold, wrapped in a sable shroud. My cheeks once red like roses
spread, My sparkling eyes so gay, But now you see how tis
with me, A lifeless lump of clay. When you are dressed in all your
best, In fashion so complete, You soon must be, as you see
me, Wrapped in a shrouding sheet. Ah, youth, beware, and do prepare,
To meet the monster death. For he may come when you are
young and steal away your breath. When you unto your frolics go,
remember what I say. In a short time, though in your
prime, you may be called away. Now I am gone, I can't return. No more of me you'll see. But
it is true that all of you must shortly follow me. When you unto
my grave do go, that gloomy place to see, I say to you who stand
in view, prepare to follow me. What an awful thing it is to
die without salvation by Christ, without a saving interest in
Him. Millions die in the same awful condition and plunge into
a dark and miserable eternity. Let me die like the righteous.
Let my life end like theirs. Numbers 23 verse 10. This Puritan devotional has been
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