The Gospel 24/7
----------------MISS CAROLINE E. SMELT
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Wide to the wind, and as she sails she sings,
And loses by degrees the sight of mortal things.
As the shores lessen, so her joys arise,
The waves roll gentler, and the tempest dies:
Now vast eternity fills all her sight,
She floats on the broad deep with infinite delight,
The sea's for ever calm, the skies for ever bright. --- ISAAC WATTS.
"One moment she beholds
Herself 'mid weeping mortals, and the next
'Mid seraphs smiling bright; one moment hears
The painful sob of sympathising grief,
The next the shouts of gratulating joy.
With such a change before her could she dread
An early death amid the fairest scenes
And brightest prospects that the earth presents?"
"He suffered, the just for the unjust, and by his stripes I am healed. He died that we might live. He bore our sins in his own body, he was God over all, blessed for ever, and yet he submitted to the death of the cross, that a perishing world might be saved. When I take a view of his compassionate mercy to sinners, I am lost in wonder. When I see his sacred temples perforated, and encircled with a crown of thorns I am ready to cry out, 'And did my Saviour suffer thus? For whom and for what was he thus afflicted and scourged? In a moment I answer, for me --- poor unworthy me; and not only for sinful me, but for you, my mother, and for as many as will believe in his all sufficient atonement. 'When with the eye of faith, I See my immaculate Saviour extended on the cross, my heart disolves with tenderness and gratitude. I feel humble and submissive, ready and willing to suffer anything, yea, feel happy in being thought worthy to suffer; for, you know, 'Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.'
"Her countenance beamed with radiance when she said, 'Farewell, garden, delightful spot for innocent amusement. My infant feet have often trod your walks,' --- and smiling when she added, 'They will never walk them again.' She then listened with apparent rapture to the notes of a little bird, which was perched on a tree near her window, until her soul seemed transported almost to heaven. She soon afterwards desired her mother to bring the Bible to her, and read the one hundred and twenty-first Psalm, the whole of which she was enabled to apply to herself. Mrs. Smelt then read to her some passages in Isaiah. Caroline exclaimed, 'It is the word of God. I feel it in my very soul. Isaiah is a Divine prophet; he is my prophet.
"My gracious Lord will not inflict one unnecessary pain. He will enable me to sustain to the very last, every affliction or trial which is necessary to the health of my immortal soul.' Then pointing with her finger to the Bible, she continued, 'What has he said in Isaiah, 43:1-3? . . . These promises fill my heart with Divine joy. I have the most perfect confidence in them, and feel not the smallest doubt of their fulfilment in my behalf. Oh, heavenly Parent, thy tender mercies towards me are not to be numbered, nor can they be conceived.'
"Her mother then said to her, 'My beloved Caroline, you are very ill; how are your feelings today? Is your faith as strong in the Lord Jesus as ever; are you as willing to depart, and are your views of Divine mercy as great, as clear as they have been?' She replied with a countenance beaming with Divine love, 'Just the same, just the same. My heavenly Father has never left me; and whether I live or die it will be to the glory of God.' . . . It was soon discovered that her speech began to fail. Her mother took leave of her with great composure. She shortly afterwards fell asleep and never spoke again."
"Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep," etc,