" At this deeply interesting season, He
who is indeed Love, condescended in great mercy to draw near, so that she
seemed lifted above terrestrial things, and permitted a foretaste of
those joys, of which we consolingly believe, she now fully participates.
Under this precious influence, her countenance beamed with sweetness, and
she emphatically repeated many times,--"Divine compassion! mighty love!"
and raising her hand, exclaimed, "Oh such love!--such love!--and to me
such a sinner; is it not marvellous?" adding, "a weary burdened soul, oh
Lord, am I, but the blood of Jesus can wash the guilty sinner
clean.--Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will
fear no evil.--Oh how wonderful! hard things have been made easy, and
bitter things sweet."
She remarked that, at such a solemn hour, the world had no relish, "oh
no!" she said, "it is not worth a thought:
'The world recedes, it disappears,
Heaven opens on my eyes, my ears.'"
To a young friend whom she tenderly loved, she said, "Oh if we should all
meet in heaven, will it not be delightful? oh! dear ---, we must all come
to this, and nothing will do for any of us but the blood of the Lamb."
She continued for some time addressing those around her in this strain;
and to the question of her brother, whether she was happy? she replied,
"Yes, indeed, I am happy.
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