Prepare to meet the monster!

(Harsha, "The Love of Christ in the Hour of Death")

This young lady had been confined to a bed
of severe suffering for one year. At last her
soul was ripened for glory. The time came
that she must die and her death bed was a
scene of triumph. Christ was very precious to
her; and his love was wonderfully manifested
to her soul. She often exclaimed, "My beloved
is mine, and I am his."

The following are among her last words.

To her distant brother she thus dictated a letter.
"Dear brother, I know not whether I shall meet you
again on earth; but I hope to meet you in heaven,
where we shall be forever singing the praises of
God; where the Lamb, who is in the midst of the
throne, shall feed us, and lead us unto living
fountains of waters, and where God shall wipe
away all tears from our eyes."

To her father, who said to her, "I fear I must
lose you;" she replied, "Your loss will be my gain!
I have a building from God, a house, not made with
hands, eternal in the heavens." And again when
he said, "I think you will fall asleep in Jesus;" she
responded, "It will be a happy change!"

She exclaimed in a transport of joy, "Oh! I
would not give up Christ for all the world!"

Her earthly course being nearly finished, she
opened her eyes, which were soon to be closed
in death, and in the language of strong, unshaken
faith, exclaimed with Job, "But as for me, I know
that my Redeemer lives, and that he will stand
upon the earth at last. And after my body has
decayed, yet in my body I will see God! I will
see him for myself. Yes, I will see him with my
own eyes. I am overwhelmed at the thought!"

Once she broke out into a rapture and exclaimed,
"O, to be ever with the Lord, what a happy change!"

Her faith remained firm unto the end, and her
hope and confidence unshaken to the last. Her
sky was clear and serene, her mind calm and
composed, and thus she fell asleep in Jesus,
and entered into the joy of her Lord.

A few days before this young lady died, she
requested the following lines to be read
at her funeral.

To my young companions:

"My youthful mates, both small and great,
Stand here, and you shall see,
An awful sight, which is a type
Of what you soon will be!

I used to appear once fresh and fair
Among the youthful crowd;
But now behold me dead and cold,
Wrapped in a sable shroud!

My cheeks once red, like roses spread,
My sparkling eyes so gay;
But now you see how 'tis with me,
A lifeless lump of clay!

When you are dressed in all your best,
In 'fashion' so complete,
You soon must be as you see me,
Wrapped in a shrouding sheet!

Ah, youth beware, and do prepare
To meet the monster, death!
For he may come when you are young,
And steal away your breath!

When you unto your frolics go,
Remember what I say;
In a short time, though in your prime,
You may be called away!

Now I am gone, I can't return;
No more of me you'll see;
But it is true that all of you,
Must shortly follow me!

When you unto my grave do go,
That gloomy place to see,
I say to you who stand and view,
Prepare to follow me!"

What an awful thing it is to die without salvation
by Christ, without a saving interest in him; and yet
millions live without God, and without hope in the world.

And millions more die in the same awful condition,
and plunge into a dark and miserable eternity!

"Let me die like the righteous; let my
 life end like theirs." Numbers 23:10




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