The door of Heaven is oped for thee;
And hark! O! hark! I hear a voice
Which, “Come up hither,” says to me.
O! Father! dost thou love me so?
These dreadful strokes fall not on me;
I bless thy name, each heavy blow
But strikes my chain, to set me free!
McPhersonville, April 15, 1841.
“IF THERE BE THEREFORE ANY CONSOLATION IN CHRIST.”
Consolation in Christ? O! Savior divine,