If you can only give me one hour
of quiet, I will try to come now.' He saw that the hand of death was
on me, and replied, 'What you do you must do quickly.' 'What can I
do in such distress?' 'Can you not cry, "Lord, remember me," like
the dying malefactor?' 'Those words comforted me once, but now I
cannot use them.' 'Can you not pray?' 'No. Once I would not hear
God, and now he will not hear me. O father, mother, friends, pray
for me. Send for my teacher to pray for me. Ask every servant of God
to entreat for me while yet I live.' The request went forth. The
weeping physician offered supplication at my side. My father and
mother seemed to pour forth their last breath in intercession for
me. As I turned, I saw my teachers, and conscience arrayed before me
every word they had ever spoken to me of Christ and heaven. All my
own actions were likewise spread out before my eyes. Then the
whirlwind of my sins swept me away like a tiny leaf, to sink in a
sea of anguish. My teacher now cried, 'We had hoped to see our dear
pupil passing over to the new Jerusalem; but, instead of that, must
she dwell among the lost?' A gentle voice then whispered, 'Go to
Jesus; he will not cast you out.
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