Wesley Corpus

All he could do was to press my hand, and frequently repeat the sign. At last he breathed out, “Head of the Church, be head to my wife I’ “When I was forced to leave him for a few moments, Sally said to him, ‘My dear master, do you know me?” He replied, “God will put his right hand under you.” She added, ‘O my dear master, should you be taken away, what a disconsolate creature will my poe dear mistress be l’ He replied, “God will be her all in all!’ “He always took a peculiar pleasure in repeating or hearing those words,-- “Jesu's love through earth and skies, Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries.” Whenever I repeated them to him, he would answer, ‘Bound less, boundless, boundless!” He now added, though not without much difficulty, “Mercy's full power I soon shall prove, Loved with an everlasting love.” “On Saturday, in the afternoon, his fever seemed quite off, and a few friends standing near his bed, he reached his hand to each; and looking on a Minister, said, ‘Are you ready to assist to-morrow?” His recollection surprised us, as the day of the week had not been named in the room. Many were of opinion he would recover; and one of them said to him, “Do you think the Lord will raise you up?” He strove to answer, and could just pronounce, “Raise me up in the resurr’--meaning in the resurrection. To another, who asked the same question, he said, ‘I leave it all to God.” “In the evening the fever came again, and with greater violence than ever. The mucus then falling on his throat, almost strangled him. It was supposed the same painful symp tom would grow more and more violent to the last. As I felt this exquisitely, I cried to the Lord to remove it; and, glory be to his name, he did. From that time it returned no more. “As night drew on, I perceived him dying very fast. His fingers could hardly make the sign, which he scarce ever forgot; and his speech seemed quite gone. I said, ‘My dear creature, I ask not for myself; I know thy soul; but for the sake of others, if Jesus is very present with thee, lift up thy right hand.’ Immediately he did. “If the prospect of glory sweetly opens before thee, repeat the sign.