Some thoughts of peace enjoyed by a young Christian in her departing hour. She had greatly dreaded death.
“This is a calm, sweet dying bed,
No fear, no dread have I;
Jesus sustains my languid head,
Jesus himself is nigh!
“No darkness in the vale for me,
He passed its gloomy shade;
Jesus, the Lord, my light I see,
How can I be afraid?
“Oh, do not weep, but praise his grace,
That grace which made me whole;
God’s glory shines in Jesu’s face,
Its ray lights up my soul.
“At home we’ll meet, and that ere long,
And never parted be;
No sigh of grief to mar our song
When we our Saviour see.
“I’ve done with earth, I’m near my home,
Keep close to Jesu’s side;
Think of his word, that he will, come,
By faith in him abide.”
Her lips conveyed one other word
(She nears her heavenly home;
She now speaks only to the Lord),
“Jesus, my Lord, I come!”
A. Z.