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| + | enough for all what he has done on my poor<br /> | ||
| + | Soul. She repeated very often: O my dearest<br /> | ||
| + | Lord, nothing but thine Blood & <sic>Suffring</sic> <corr>Suffering</corr> & Wounds<br /> | ||
| + | is it, which has taken & captivated my Heart:<br /> | ||
| + | and so it shall remain for ever.<br /> | ||
| + | This Morning the <date>23</date><hi rend="superscript"><date>th</date></hi> She <abbr>declard</abbr>: how happy am I!<br /> | ||
| + | Myn Sabbaths Day is at Hand, the greatest Day<br /> | ||
| + | I ever knew. At Noon, her expected & happy<br /> | ||
| + | Hour struck at which the Blessing of her Choir<br /> | ||
| + | was bestowed on her, & so her Mouth grow pale<br /> | ||
| + | in her Soul went home to her Friend in<br /> | ||
| + | the 51<hi rend="superscript">st</hi> Year of her Age. | ||
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for better to attent one. A.<hi rend="superscript">o</hi> <date>57</date> I became Choir Disciple
which brought many a new Blessings about my Heart,
and from a much more intime Conversation arose
w.<hi rend="superscript">th</hi> my truest Friend I could in a very familiar
Way converse w.<hi rend="superscript">th</hi> my Saviour as one Friend w.<hi rend="superscript">th</hi> the Other.
So far She herself.
This Testimony we can give her: that She was a true
and <sic>faithfull</sic> <corr>faithful</corr> Heart. The <date>11</date><hi rend="superscript"><date>th</date></hi><date> of Febr</date>. She was taken
sick, as She came into the Sick Room She declared herself
also: God be blessed! now I'll lay down my Doings
& never think to grow well again, I'll employ my
Sabbath Days to the Interest of my Soul; & I can
be easy I have no <sic>Disatisfaction</sic> <corr>Dissatisfaction</corr>, nothing against
nobody. She was a pleasant & happy sick
Person, her Heart delighted in his Passion &
sometimes talkd <add>conversd</add> w.<hi rend="superscript">th</hi> our Saviour in the <add>so</add> tender
<unclear>intim</unclear> & <unclear>submisse</unclear> a <sic>Maner</sic> <corr>Manner</corr>, that the other Sick
Sisters melted in Tears. As her Labourer came
to see & speak w.<hi rend="superscript">th</hi> her, She said: Our Saviour
was so very <sic>gratious</sic> <corr>gracious</corr> to me in my Health &
now I am sick he made it so easy to me,
that I scarcely feel the Pain <add>of</add> which other sick
Persons so much complain of. O there are
many Things for which I have my deasrest Sav.<hi rend="superscript">r</hi>
1000 times to <sic>praisse</sic> <corr>praise</corr>, & 1000 <sic>Thancks</sic> <corr>Thanks</corr> are not
enough
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enough for all what he has done on my poor
Soul. She repeated very often: O my dearest
Lord, nothing but thine Blood & <sic>Suffring</sic> <corr>Suffering</corr> & Wounds
is it, which has taken & captivated my Heart:
and so it shall remain for ever.
This Morning the <date>23</date><hi rend="superscript"><date>th</date></hi> She declard: how happy am I!
Myn Sabbaths Day is at Hand, the greatest Day
I ever knew. At Noon, her expected & happy
Hour struck at which the Blessing of her Choir
was bestowed on her, & so her Mouth grow pale
in her Soul went home to her Friend in
the 51<hi rend="superscript">st</hi> Year of her Age.
