They prized no recreation so much as the privilege of going to
see her. They read and talked with her about her favorite portions
of Scripture, prayed with her, and were never allowed to leave
without singing "Jerusalem, my happy home." At such times, one of
them said, "Her countenance always showed that her spirit was
walking the golden streets." When asked about her health, she
uniformly replied, "The Lord helps me;" and when urged to speak more
particularly, would say, "Dear sisters, the Lord helps me, and that
is enough." When, after five or six of them had prayed in
succession, she was asked if she was not wearied, she would reply,
"I know that I am weak, but prayer never tires me." So great a
privilege was it deemed to be with her, that one morning, when a
pious member of the Seminary at Seir was called to leave the village
early, he said, "I cannot go till I have prayed with Blind Martha,
and got from her manna for the road."
Her companions desired very much to be present when she went home;
but this was not permitted. One morning in June, she said, at early
dawn, "Mother, the day breaks; I think Jesus is coming for me now;
let me go.
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