' O Thou, whose I
am, and whom I serve, direct my way. I have said, place me where
Thou wilt, only let Thy providence guide my steps.--I left my
William poorly, and am hoping soon to hear from home: meanwhile, I am
encouraged while bringing them to the throne of grace. Thank God, for
the privilege of casting my care upon Him! I feel He cares for me.
Prayer by the side of my afflicted cousin has been a blessing to my
soul. Surely I am privileged:--
'The chamber, where the good man meets his fate,
Is privileged beyond the common walk
Of virtuous life, quite on the verge of heaven.'
This morning, when asked how she was, she replied, 'This has been a
precious night; the Lord has promised me, He will be with me to
the end.' Her cough was very troublesome, but she said, 'I feel no
disposition to murmur, but I cannot help moaning. The Lord is very
precious.' Part of the day she lay greatly composed, with her hands
clasped. On entering the room she accosted me with: 'I am hard toiling
to make the blest shore. I have been much harassed by the enemy,
who tells me I shall be cast away; but I rest on the blood and
righteousness of Christ: I have nothing else to trust in.' After
a severe fit of coughing she said, 'The toil of life will there be
o'er:' and again, 'Thankful I take the cup from Thee,' &c. In the
afternoon I visited old Martha H., whom I found in a happy, and
thankful frame of mind; all her cry is, 'Bless the Lord! bless the
Lord!' So, at both ends of the village, God is fitting up His jewels.
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