This veil must be rent
asunder, though by suffering, before I can see Him, whom, even now,
I long to behold.' My poor mother interposed, 'But are you willing
to leave us?' 'You are all very dear to me; but there is only one
who is altogether lovely. When shall I see him as he is, and be
filled with his love?'
"It was now difficult to speak, but I could bid my friends farewell.
I could thank my dear teachers for telling me of Christ, and ask
their forgiveness for all I had ever done to grieve them. As my
weeping mother wiped the cold sweat from my brow, she gently
whispered, 'Where is my child going?' 'Mother,' I replied, 'your
poor sinful child is going to that Saviour who has been willing to
receive her.' His rod and staff then comforted me, till I had passed
quite over into the blessed land. And, as I was borne on in my
Saviour's arms, voices cried, 'Welcome, dear sister; you are now
made whole--you shall sin no more--enter into rest.' Mortal tongue
cannot tell what I now saw of the treasures which Christ has
prepared for the redeemed. He gave me a mansion he had made ready
for me, and I found myself gazing on the brightness of the Father's
glory.
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