--How quickly time wastes away! I have been here a month
to-day; not supposing uncle could live many days. Nothing solid has
passed his lips for more than that period; and yet, though certainly
weaker, his strength is wonderful. I begin to feel anxious about home,
and the dear folks among whom I meet. May the Lord bless them.--My
uncle evidently changed for the worse, and so continued for two days,
until--on the 21st of June, about five minutes past five, he expired.
It is a week to-day since he spoke, and six since he took his bed.
I have often been sweetly drawn out in prayer by his bedside, and
enjoyed peculiar liberty the day he died. I went again to see Mrs. M.,
who is also dying, her friends weeping around her.--Returned to York.
The sewing meeting was but thinly attended;--chiefly young persons,
to whom I felt prompted to speak on their souls' welfare. The result I
leave."
WHERE IS THE LORD GOD OF ELIJAH?
In the storm, that sweeps along;
Blazing fire, and earthquake strong;
In the lightning's trackless flight;
Gathering cloud, and curtain'd night!
In the fragrant passing breeze;
Thunders loud, or raging seas.
Stormy worlds, or gentle flower,
God proclaims His sovereign power.
But the still small voice of love
Softly breathing from above,
Speaks in spirit tones within--
'Jesus suffered for my sin;'
Till my soul--His hallowed shrine--
Melts in melody divine.
Let me hear its whisper still;
Melt, and mould me to Thy will.
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