now in an eternal mansion—a home never to change—in the heavens. She is with her Saviour, her loved ones. Shortly before her death, when she could hardly articulate, she joined me in singing,—
There, at my Saviour's side,Even later, she sang with Arthur,—
I shall be glorified—
Heaven is my home!
There are the good and blest,
Those I love most and best;
There, too, I soon shall rest—
Heaven is my home.
We are passing away, passing away!Another favorite and oft-repeated hymn with her was that beautiful one by Montgomery, commencing,—
Let us hail the glad day.
Forever with the Lord!Mother had the truest delight in sacred music. When she taught our infant lips to pray, she also encouraged us to join her sweet voice in singing. She accompanied the tune with a gentle motion of one hand. Her love for tunes, like her affection for friends and flowers, was constant and unchanging. ‘Safely through another week,’ how often, from my first to my last recollection of her, did I hear her sing! ‘While with ceaseless course the sun,’ was another favorite. ‘Softly now the light of day,’ she sang constantly. ‘Brattle Street,’ ‘While thee I seek, protecting Power,’ she loved to sing, especially because Margaret sang it often on her
Amen, so let it be!
Life from the dead is in that word—
Within this body pent,
Absent from thee I roam,
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.