“To mourn for thy coming is sweet, To weep at thy longer delay: But thou whom we hasten to meet Shall chase all our sorrows away. The tears shall be wip’d from our eyes, When thee we behold in the cloud, And echo the joys of the skies, And shout to the trumpet of God. “Come then to thy languishing bride, Who went’st to prepare us a place, Receive us with thee to abide, And rest in thy mercy’s embrace. Our heaven of heavens be this, Thy fulness of mercy to prove, Implung’d in the glorious abyss, And lost in the ocean of love.” 25. _Elizabeth Thomas_ being with him on _Friday_ night, he asked her to pray, and said, “I can pour out my whole heart, and soul, and spirit, and life in prayer.” She asked, “Can you rejoice in God?” He replied, “Yes; I have not the least doubt of my salvation. _I know that my Redeemer liveth_, and that I shall stand before him in that day. I know my Saviour is now at the right hand of God, and that he is praying for me. I see the gates of heaven stand open, and Jesus stands with open arms to receive me.” Then he cried, “Let me go! I must be gone!” She asked him, “Whither he would go?” He said, “To my God;” and burst out, “Come, Lord Jesus! The harvest is ready. Come, Lord, and put in the sickle!” 26. The next morning, _Saturday 16_. his sweats stopped. All proper means were used to recover them. He said, “I believe they will not return. But I have left all to God. My heart is full of God. I know he will _appear the second time, without sin, unto salvation_.” After lying a short time he broke out into vehement prayer, first for the church, and then for himself: crying out aloud, “Open the heavens, O my God, and come down into my soul! Come, Father, Son and Holy Ghost, and plunge me into God! Carry me ye angels, to the bosom of my God. Bear me to the feet of Jesus!” Then with smiles of triumph, not to be exprest, he cried, “Jesus is coming! Now I shall see the unclouded face of Jesus! ’Tis finish’d! ’Tis finish’d! Jesus is come! Jesus is come! “For us is prepar’d The angelical guard, The convoy attends A minist’ring host of invisible friends! “Ready-wing’d for their flight To the regions of light The horses are come, The chariots of _Israel_ to carry me home!” *One called aloud to his mother to come. He said, “You may call; but God will not stop one moment.” He spake no more till he resigned his spirit into the hands of God. A short ACCOUNT Of the LIFE and DEATH of NATHANAEL OTHEN, Who was shot in _Dover-Castle, October 26, 1757_.