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his soul." But lie seemed to live where he could 

 claim the promise. "As thy day is so shall thy 

 strength be," and would impress you with the 

 following words written by Francis R. HavergaL 



In thee I trust, on thee I rest, 

 O Saviour dear, Redeemer blest ! 

 No earthly friend, no brother knows 

 My weariness, my wants, my woes. 

 On thee I call, who knowest all. 

 O Saviour dear, Redeemer blest, 

 In thee I trust, on thee I rest. 

 We hoped with his simple trust in Jesus that he- 

 would stay with us longer, but over the wire at 

 lightning's speed the message came to us, " pulse 

 120, temperature 104." With the advantages of 

 this 19th century we hurried to the spot where 

 sin had laid him; not outward sin for that was 

 all blotted out, not inborn sin for that had been 

 cleansed, but the consequences of sin, and we 

 were not permitted to see his blessed face. Duty 

 called us away and again the news over the wire 

 at lightning's speed and before we could see him 

 or be in his presence where we so much loved 

 to be, — 



He plumed his glad wings and soared upward, 



The angels attending his flight, 

 He w T as met at the gates by his loved ones, 

 And the Saviour who is the true light. 



We cannot understand with our finite minds 

 why he left us, but perhaps 



