372.
The last hymn of H. FRANCIS LYTE, written on the evening on which he preached his last sermon. As an invalid, he sought health in a cruise on the Mediterranean, but his strength failed, the shadows of eventide fell, he died and was buried at Nice.
373. a Light Beyond
In a city hospital, a mother lay dying. Her husband, children, friends and home far away, yet all was peace. To one who stood seeking to comfort her, she quoted the line—
"The darkness thickens, Lord, with me abide."
Then a beam of light broke on the pale face, and she joyfully added, "But I see a light, O how bright, beyond the gloom: the morning glory is breaking.
374. the Sting Is Gone
A wasp entered a window, and a frightened child ran behind her mother, on whose arm the wasp alighted and left its sting there. The wasp appeared again, but the child no longer feared it. She knew its sting was gone. So the sting of death, which is sin, has been borne by Christ, and all His own can sing—
“Where is Death's sting, where, Grave, thy victory?"