Lo, He shall come;
While they who pierced him wail;
His promise shall not fail;
Saints, see your King prevail;
Come, dear Lord, come."

For those ministrations of love and tenderness in the last, sad offices
to the dead, which no wealth could buy, repeated now by some of the same
hands several times in my dwelling, there are no words of gratitude
adequate to the great debt of love. The mothers of my church, who met
weekly with her mother for prayer, remembered her child, and provided
nurses for her, to her own unspeakable comfort and our great relief.
Friends and strangers, touched with her protracted sickness, poured
blessings around her couch; fruits, in their season, and when out of
their season, of what almost unearthly beauty! and flowers which, with
the fruits, made that sick room seem like the garden which the Lord
planted in Eden. Such have been the alleviations of pain and suffering,
the comforts, and even the pleasures, and above all the rich spiritual
consolations and joys, and the more than conquering faith of the dying
hour,--such a union in all this of Jesus and his friends,--that I have
made the case of the ruler of the synagogue mine, of whom, as he went to
his afflicted house, it is said, "And Jesus arose and followed him, and
so did his disciples." They will go wherever Jesus leads the way; and he
will lead the way wherever there is a lamb to be folded in his bosom.

There were not wanting those who lent me their sepulchre, in the city,
for a season--a kindness always peculiar and affecting, but also needful
in this instance, because of the great snows which made the roads to
Mount Auburn impassable for several days. Nor can I forget that, when
Saturday evening closed upon us, words and tokens of kindness came from