DEAR Mrs. W—was propped up with pillows; her breathing was very short, and difficult. I said to her, having called to visit her, “You are near the end of your journey.”
She answered, “It is better to depart and to be with Christ; He giveth grace to the end.”
I began to repeat the following lines,
“The Shepherd’s bosom bears each lamb,
O’er rock, and waste, and wild;”
With a clear voice she said, finishing the verse,
“The object of that love I am,
And carried like a child.”
The calm of His presence, whose love she had proved, was filling her soul; she felt around her the “everlasting arms,” bearing her to rest.
Reader! if the shades of death were about your soul, could you say, “I know in Whom I have believed?”
“He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life; and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him.”
The object of His eternal love, and carried like a child, are you proving that? or is the abiding wrath to be your portion? W. T.