Memoirs of Mrs. Rebecca Steward, Containing: A Full Sketch of Her Life: With Various Selections from Her Writings and Letters ...Steward, T. G. (Theophilus Gould)
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Memoirs of Mrs. Rebecca Steward, Containing: A Full Sketch of Her Life: With Various Selections from Her Writings and Letters ...
Steward, T. G. (Theophilus Gould)
Steward, Rebecca Gould, Mrs., 1820-1877
"A broken heart He'll not despise,
Nor on the contrite sinner frown,
His ear is open to their cries,
He'll quickly send salvation down."
"And He did send salvation; for, when I cried mightily unto the Lord,
He heard me, and from His Holy Hill He sent me help; He took me up
from the mire and clay and dressed me in garments neat and clean, and
has brought me in sight of my heavenly rest! Only this narrow river
lies between, and I shall cross that, for I think I see the boatman
coming now." With a glad shout of triumph he entered the boat and was
gone. I knew the gates would be opened again, so I made haste to
gather up my telescope; and again I saw the shining ones come to meet
and welcome a brother to his eternal rest; and again I heard the glad
shouts of welcome and praise, as they dressed him in clean, white
robes, and put a crown on his head, and led him to the Father, who met
him, and with His own hand wiped all tears from his eyes, telling him,
he should have no more sorrow, nor crying, nor sickness, nor death,
nor go any more out, neither should he thirst any more, and the sun
should not light on him, nor any heat. Oh! What more, I thought, could
I want to make up an eternal rest! Just then my attention was
attracted by the sound of unutterable groanings and crying, and I
looked around to see what it all meant, and I saw close beside me one
lying apparently in great agony. I inquired what could be the matter?
Said he: "Just this morning, quite early, the Master has sent for me,
and here I am; naked and barefooted; without a thing to cover me; I
had a garment all washed in the blood of the Lamb. The Master provided
it for me, but I thought it was too long and straight for me; so I
laid it aside, and now I cannot find it; OH! HELP ME TO LOOK FOR IT!"
By this time others hearing his cries had been attracted to the spot,
and in piteous moans and tears he begged, he entreated them, to assist
in searching for the neglected robe. All this while he lay there
without making an effort to seek for it himself; and, although his
friends searched with much earnestness, they could not find it. They
then besought him to get up and look for it himself; but he could not
be persuaded, and would continue to lie there groaning, and begging
them to continue their search. Meanwhile the boatman was waiting and
urging him to go, till finally he compelled him to go on board, and
the boat pushed off; and immediately the river became so dark and
swollen, that we lost sight of it, and we _could see it no more_.
Surely, thought I, "The wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is
eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord."
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