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Thoughts by the dying bed of a beloved relative on Christmas 12th month 25th 1842. |
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Hannah Lownes Thoughts by the dying bed of a beloved relative on Christmas 12th month 25th 1842. Again are we permitted to witness a return of the day on which the "Heavenly Host" proclaimed, "Glory to God in the highest, on Earth peace, Good will to men." and I have the priveldge of witnessing it, by the dying bed of one, who I think possessed in an extraordinary degree, the feeling of good will and kindness to all mankind. One who has arrived to the alloted age of three score and ten, in the practice of many virtues, and who now I truly belive, is about to reap the reward of a well spent life. In speaking of the future she remarked that the "prospect was all beautiful, and in answer to the question was she prepared? "Oh yes I desire to depart and be with Christ, and enjoy him in the fulness." What a happy frame of mind! how much to be desired above all this wrold can give. Oh how utterly valueless do temporal things appear at such a moment, when brought in comparison with a state that can exclaim "I desire to depart and be with Christ." She has suffered much and still endured at times much bodily pain, but bears it with the fortitude and patience of a christian, supported through all by that happy frame of mind which alone can make a sick bed comparitively a desirable affliction. O how happy when with the eye of faith to perceive. How very near those gates of Pearl Broad, open wide they stand, Within are those eternal joys, Attained at God's right hand. Oh! Can I once but enter there, My pains and sorrows flee, Gone earthly troubles, worldly care, My Saviour's face I see. To be with Christ is all I wish, His fulness to enjoy. O Heavenly Father grant me this, Tis bliss without alloy. 12th month 26th. This morning as times monitor proclaimed the hour of six she passed quietly away. Thy prayer is granted gentle one, Thy sorrows now are o'er. Thy Heavenly Father calls thee, come, Join those who've gone before. Departing thus triumphantly, Upon Hopes happy wing. O grave where is thy victory, O Death where is thy sting." II |
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1842 12/25 |
Accession No. |
2011.02 |
Object ID |
LW228 |
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Lawrence Papers |