There is nothing more of death than this to a Christian. I pray that the life of many of you will end like this. I believe it will be so. Amen. A strange, sweet vision fills my soul, A glimpse of glory and of God; Am I not near life's final goal? My feet scarce touch this mortal sod. The zephyrs blow divinely sweet, With fragrance fill the balmy air; Are heav'n and earth about to meet? Who can this vision bright declare? I hear the notes of seraph song, The rustle of an angel's wing; Do signs like these to earth belong? Do men and angels meet to sing? Life's journey seems about complete; I con it well, yet know not why. My heart with longings is replete, And yet I do not long to die. A holy calm my bosom fills, And silence like the hush of morn; Such joy through all my being thrills As swept men's hearts when Christ was born. Amid the crowds I look around To see who bear love's fragrant flower; I fain would walk on holy ground Made sacred by the Spirit's power. God has the keeping of my ways, His laws I rev'rence and obey; My prayers seem almost turned to praise, And yet I can not cease to pray. If this is death, I do not dread To lay me down in peace to die-- To be with all the sainted dead, Far, far beyond the arching sky. CLOSING EXHORTATION. God has forgiven you all your sins; he has sanctified you wholly. You stand to-day in the way of life; you are fully out upon the Christian way. You have on the whole armor of God. You possess the power of God's Spirit in your soul, the love of God is in your heart as a burning flame. You are tasting the sweet joys that flow from heaven's throne. In your soul is imprinted the image of Jesus. Your heart is a garden of opening buds, which emit the sweet fragrance of heaven. But, notwithstanding all this blessedness of experience, I want you to remember you are just starting on the pilgrim's way. I thought of bringing this little work to a close with the preceding letter, but it seems that I am loath to say the last word. I wonder if there is one word more I can say to help you in your Christian race. It is impossible for me to express how my heart yearns in love and tenderness for you. God wants to use your life on earth to his glory. He wants you so to shine in the glory and splendor of his grace that you may light others in the way. He wants the opening buds of grace in your soul to burst into full bloom. He wants to lead you higher up the mountain of joy, to the very fount of blessings. He wants to lead you down into the lowly vale where there are greater riches than gold. He wants his image in your heart to stand out in greater beauty and perfection; the features are yet too dim.