Schwartz was the beloved of his people. When during a temporary improvement in his condition he was able slowly to enter his Church once more, which he had built in his garden, the native Christians received him with raptures of joy, running up to him, eager to hold his hand and look into his face again. When Mr. Caemmerer had to say good-bye in order to resume his work, Schwartz embraced him with much tenderness. “I will detain you no longer, my brother,” said he; “set out on your journey in the name of God, and may He be with you! As to myself I commit all my concerns to our gracious God. Whether I live, I live unto the Lord; or whether I die, I die unto the Lord. Salute the brethren most cordially. The God of peace be with them. Not knowing how long it may please God to preserve our lives, let us be up and doing. Though we should not always be privileged immediately to see the success of our labours let us still persevere, so long as God may allow us to work in His vineyard.” The disease in his foot, which had been for years a trouble to him, was causing him great pain, but a native doctor, in the absence of his English physician, used some poultice remedies which gave the patient relief. For this he was very grateful, and gaining a little strength he was able to say a few parting words to his friend, Mr. Holtzberg. “Remember me affectionately to all the brethren and tell them from me never to lose sight of the _main object_, and strictly to maintain the fundamental doctrines of Christianity. I shall now soon depart to the Lord Jesus. If He will receive me, and forgive my sins and not enter into judgment with me, but deal with me according to His tender mercy, all will be well with me, and I shall praise Him. He might reject us for our very works’ sake because sin cleaves to them all.” It was a source of thankfulness to him that in this last hour of his life he was surrounded by his beloved brethren, who he said so much comforted his spirits. Again and again at his request they sang verses of his favourite hymns, one of them being, “Allein zu dir, Herr Jesu Christ,” of which the two closing verses are, in English: And of Thy grace on me bestow True Christian faith, O Lord, That all the sweetness I may know, That in Thy cross is stored, Love Thee o’er earthly pride or pelf, And love my neighbour as myself; And when at last is come my end, Be Thou my friend, From all assaults my soul defend. Glory to God in highest Heaven, The Father of all love, To His dear Son, for sinners given, Whose grace we daily prove; To God the Holy Ghost we cry That we may find His comfort nigh And learn how, free from sin and fear, To please Him here, And serve Him in the sinless sphere. His friend, Mr. Jaenické, goes aside to note down some of his dying instructions, a touching memorandum of an affectionate and breaking heart.