(Written by Whitmore Winslow at the age of 14. It
was gleaned from his journal, which was unknown
to his family, until found among his papers after his
unexpected death, at the age of 21.)
I had some sweet sights of Jesus by faith, some
feeble glimmerings of the happiness and glory
which we shall realize above. It is only these
glorious feelings that will solace the Christian in
his toilsome journey through this weary world.
Come what may, pleasure or pain, happiness or
woe, life or death, I am in the hands of the Lord
of Creation, the King of kings, and in His keeping
no evil will befall me.