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Janie Armstrong.
Died in Savannah, Ga., October 8, 1885.
Near her bed are angels hovering,
As she breathes her life away;
Mother, friends, with tender patience
Gather round and watch and pray.
As she breathes her life away;
Mother, friends, with tender patience
Gather round and watch and pray.
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With fixed eyes upon some object,
Which seems mirrored on her sight;
With a voice o'erfilled with rapture,
And a countenance of light—
Which seems mirrored on her sight;
With a voice o'erfilled with rapture,
And a countenance of light—
She exclaims—“I see my Saviour,
Standing near, and beckoning me;
Listen to the words he utters—
‘Come, my Father sends for thee!’
Standing near, and beckoning me;
Listen to the words he utters—
‘Come, my Father sends for thee!’
Come, a place for thee is waiting,
In my many-mansioned home;
At the gate are angels watching—
Do not linger, quickly come!
In my many-mansioned home;
At the gate are angels watching—
Do not linger, quickly come!
Yes, I hear the angels singing!
Do you hear them, mother dear?
And their bright wings softly rustling?
Heaven, indeed, is very near.
Do you hear them, mother dear?
And their bright wings softly rustling?
Heaven, indeed, is very near.
Death, for me has lost his terror;
Robbed of victory the grave.
I am in my father's keeping—
He but taketh what he gave.
Robbed of victory the grave.
I am in my father's keeping—
He but taketh what he gave.
He has promised to be with me,
In the valley, cold and dim;
I am resting on His bosom—
And my trust is all in Him.
In the valley, cold and dim;
I am resting on His bosom—
And my trust is all in Him.
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