The Pilgrim's Pathway Done.

 
The pathway of the saint of God leads to heaven. The weary rest when the pilgrim staff is laid aside, and the emancipated spirit finds its home with Christ, “which is far better.”
Our dear brother, Mr. Thomas Morris, passed away early this year (January 16th) I had a letter from Mrs. Morris, in which she says: ―Temple Balsa, Knowle.
Dear Dr. Wreford, ... My dear husband was called home on January 16th, after many years of faithfulness and work for his Master, whom he loved and served for 43 years... He labored up to the last six weeks, and was quite himself and quite ready to go.
He had hymns and prayers in his bedroom many times and the last Lord’s Day afternoon several were asked to come for a meeting in his room. We had hymns and prayers and reading the Word. He could not speak then, so he was held up in bed to write. He wanted someone to read about the Holy City Revelation 21 and 22. Then he asked them to sing: ―
“O Lord we adore Thee, for Thou art the slain One
That livest forever, enthroned in heaven;
O Lord we adore Thee; for Thou hast redeemed us;
Our title to glory we read in Thy blood.
“O God we acknowledge Thy grace and Thy glory;
For of Thee, and through Thee, and to Thee are all things.
How rich is Thy mercy! how great Thy salvation!
We bless Thee, we praise Thee: Amen, and Amen.”
All he could say very feebly when they left him was, “God bless you all and keep you. I can say no more.” They shook hands and kissed him “Good-bye,” with tears.
It was very sorrowful at times to see him suffer, still the end came so calmly and quietly. He was sensible to the last moment and whispered, “Come, Lord Jesus,” looked up and raised his hand a little, being extremely weak, and said, “Angels, Angels. Mother, I am going,” then “Annie “―this I think because he had asked her to take care of me-then he was gone. The last hymn he asked for was―
“High in my Father’s home above,
My mansion is prepared;
There’s the home, the rest above,
And there my bright reward.
“With Him I love, in spotless white,
In glory I shall shine;
His blissful presence my delight,
His love and glory mine.
“All taint of sin shall be removed,
All evil done away;
And I shall dwell with God’s Beloved
Through God’s eternal day.”
In a later letter dear Mrs. Morris writes:
October, 10th 1924.
Dear Dr. Wreford, ... I thought perhaps it would be nice if the enclosed photo could be put in “A Message from God,” as he would doubtless be remembered by many, and as we have many relatives and friends to whom we give “A Message from God,” it may be the means of arousing them to their souls’ salvation. My son prayed that my dear husband would have a joyful entrance into the everlasting Kingdom, which he did, ―Yours affectionately in Him, Alice Morris.