immediately expressed his desire, and told him he could not die in peace until his name was taken from the church book; that he should not have united with them again if he had been standing in the light. p. 163, Para. 2, [2SG].
He then spoke of his faith, and hope, and the goodness of God to him. A heavenly smile was upon his countenance, and those lips, a few moments before stained with blood, were opened to praise God for his great salvation. As the minister left the room he said to my parents, "That is a triumphant soul; I never saw so happy a soul before." Soon after this my brother fell asleep in Jesus, in full hope of having a part in the first resurrection. The following lines were written upon his death by Sr. Annie R. Smith: p. 164, Para. 1, [2SG].
He sleeps in Jesus--peaceful rest— No mortal strife invades, his breast; No pain, or sin, or woe, or care, Can reach the silent slumberer there. p. 164, Para. 2, [2SG].
He lived, his Saviour to adore, And meekly all his sufferings bore. He loved, and all resigned to God; Nor murmured at his chastening rod. p. 164, Para. 3, [2SG].
"Does earth attract thee here?" they cried, The dying Christian thus replied: While pointing upward to the sky, "My treasure is laid up on high." p. 165, Para. 1, [2SG].
He sleeps in Jesus--soon to rise, When the last trump shall rend the skies; Then burst the fetters of the tomb, To wake in full, immortal bloom. p. 165, Para. 2, [2SG].
He sleeps in Jesus--cease thy grief; Let this afford thee sweet relief— That, freed from death's triumphant reign, In heaven will he live again. p. 165, Para. 3, [2SG].
We toiled on in Rochester through much perplexity and