My Saviour and King, Thy succour afford, Thy righteousness bring; Thy righteousness wearing, and cleans’d by thy blood, Bold shall I appear in the presence of God. All this day she had a great degree of fever upon her, and would sometimes say to me, “What were the sweet words the Lord gave me last night?” As soon as I pronounced the first words, “My Saviour,” she would go on with them, and add, “I feel the power of them, though my head was so confused, with this fever, that I could not recollect them.” She was always exceedingly affectionate to me; and as it pleased God through her means, to kindle the first spark of spiritual life in my soul, I ought also to say, that nothing has ever been wanting on her part to increase the kindled fire, on the contrary, she was always a helper of my faith, as well as the most indulgent friend: numberless are the times she has expressed her strong attachment _to_, and great affection _for_, me. Never was any thing more expressive, than, on the 6th of December, while looking on me with a look of the tenderest affection, she said, “My faithful friend, my dearest friend, ten thousand blessings on her head.” Several other times, especially in the last week of her life, with eyes and hands lifted up to heaven, she would exclaim, “What shall I do for my friend?” She has for years been in the habit of repeating the following verse; “Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Has made my cup run o’er; And, in a kind and faithful friend, Has doubled all my store.” She would often be crying to God for a blessing upon such and such particular souls; and all her relations, though so far from her in body, were to the last interested in her prayers: she would frequently plead with the Lord, that one day she might meet them all in glory. Ever after December begun, she was much inclined to doze, when the cough and the oppression upon her breath would allow her a degree of ease: this she would complain of, saying, “I lose my time; I want every moment to be spent in prayer or praise.” One day, I think the 6th of December, when waking out of a doze, she said, “I am drawing near to glory:” and soon after, “There is my house and portion fair;” and again, “Jesus come, my hope of glory:” and, after a short pause, “He lifts his hands, and shews that I am graven there.”