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perhaps there is no <persname>God</persname>. But thy long suffer-
ing and tender mercies are past expression.
How often after such moments, hast Thou
drawn me to thyself, so that the language
of my heart has been - "I will a little pilgrim
be - Resolved alone to follow Thee. Thou Lamb
of <persname>God</persname> who now art gone- Up to thy everlasting
throne"- etc. The following expressions of 
<trait>thankfulness</trait> and humble confession, occur under 
the same date: Oh! <persname>God</persname>! Thy goodness to me is
past all expression; thy merciful hand has 
been over me these many years. How often hast 
thou raised me from a bed of sickness, yet how 
have I returned thy kindness? I have after a time
forgotten- and yet not quite. No thou hast often
showed thy great compassions by leading me to 
reflect on thy past mercies. Oh! how shall
I, the most sinful, due thanksgiving raises-
And sound my great deliverers praise! =
<date>November 28th,</date> we have the following expressions of
heart, clearly showing, that the bright <trait>hope</trait> of
immortality, which shed such a glory round her 
last few hours, was then already enkindled in 
her soul. She writes: "The beloved of the Lord
shall dwell in safety by him, and the Lord shall
cover him all the day long"- Deut. 33.12.