Stand this the foremost, “that my heart has bled.”
He had hope in his end, and therefore ceased not to cry to Jesus, who was with him in reality all the while, in the furnace; and finally appeared his friend and his beloved!
“Tryed to the last but not forsook;
But honour’d with distinguish’d grace,
Heaven-ward he cast a dying look,
And saw once more his Saviour’s face.
‘He’s come! My well-belov’d, he said,
And I am his, and he is mine!’
He spake, he gaz’d, he bow’d his head,
And sunk into the arms divine!”