THE night when she passed away I can never forget. As we sat around her bed, she would now and again speak of the joy that was filling her soul. We had been reading some scripture to her, and, when we had finished, we noticed that she lay with her eyes looking upward with a fixed gaze.
“What do you see?” I asked.
Raising her poor thin arms, with what seemed to us an unnatural energy and strength, she held them straight out, as if to receive someone, and said, “I see Jesus, like that.”
She spoke no more, but soon afterward quietly fell asleep, to awake in His likeness. W. T.