At length I said to Elizabeth, “Do you experience any doubts or temptations on the subject of your eternal safety?”
“No, sir. The Lord deals very gently with me, and gives me peace.”
“What are your views of the dark valley of death, now that you are passing through it?”
“It is not dark.”
“Why so?”
“My Lord is there, and he is my light and my salvation.”
“Have you any fears of more bodily suffering?”
“The Lord deals so gently with me, I can trust him.”
Something of a convulsion came on. When it was past she said again and again,—
“The Lord deals very gently with me. Lord, I am thine; save me—Blessed Jesus—precious Saviour—His blood cleanseth from all sin—Who shall separate?—His name is Wonderful—Thanks be to God—He giveth the victory—I, even I, am saved—O grace, mercy, and wonder!—Lord, receive my spirit!—Dear sir—dear father, mother, friends, I am going—but all is well, well, well—.”