Foote, Julia A.J.
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After I went to Boston I was much drawn out in prayer for the sanctification of believers. Notwithstanding the enemy labored by various means to hinder the work of grace, yet the Lord wrought a wonderful change in many.
The mother of my friend received a fresh baptism, and came back into the light, praising the Lord. That the Holy Spirit might keep my dear "Mam" Riley pure until death, was my prayer.
The health of my dear friend, Mrs. Simpson, began rapidly to fail. One morning, in reply to my question as to her health, she said: "Dear sister, I have been in great pain through the night, but you know Jesus said, 'I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.' Praise God, who has been with me in great mercy through the darkness of the night." I remained with her following night, and such calmness, patience and resignation through suffering, I never had witnesser. Toward morning she was more easy, and asked for her husband.
There, in that death-chamber, in the stillness of night, we prayed for that pious and exemplary man, that he might present his body a living sacrifice. He was deeply moved upon by the Holy Spirit, so that he cried aloud for deliverance; but almost on the instant began to doubt, and left the room. His wife requested me to read and talk to her about Jesus, which I did, and she was filled with heavenly joy and shouted aloud: "Oh, the blood, the precious blood of Jesus cleanses me now!"
Her mother, who was sleeping in an adjoining room, was awakened by the noise and came in, saying, as she did so: "This room is filled with the glory of God. Hallelujah! Amen."
As the morning dawned, Mrs. Simpson sank into a quiet slumber, which lasted several hours.
She awoke singing:
"How happy are they who their Saviour obey,
And have laid up their treasure above."
She was comparatively free from pain for several days, though very weak. She talked to all who came to see her of salvation free and
"Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing
my great Redeemer's praise."
She sang with us in a much stronger voice than she had used for many days. As we sang the last verse, She raised herself up in the bed, clapped her hands and cried: "He sets the Prisoner free! Glory! glory! I am free! They have come for me!" She pointed toward the east. Her mother asked her who had come.
She said: "Don't you see the chariot and horses? Glory! glory to the blood!"
She dropped back upon her pillow, and was gone. She had stepped aboard the chariot, which we could not see, but we felt the fire.
While many in the room were weeping, her mother shed not a tear, but shouted, "Glory to God I" Then, with her own hands, she assisted in arranging and preparing the remains for burial. Thus did another sanctified saint enter into eternal life. Though her period of sanctification was short, it was full of precious fruit.