"They are all but dung, yet they are Christ's creatures, and out of obedience to him I take them; my eyes shall see my redeemer, I know he shall stand the last day upon the earth, and I shall be caught up in the clouds to meet him in the air, and I shall be ever with him, and what would you have more, there is an end; there is an end; I have been a wretched sinful man, but I stand at the best pass that ever a man did, Christ is mine, and I am his. I shall live and adore him; glory, glory, to my Creator, and to my Redeemer for ever; glory shines in Immanuel's land." [some of Samuel Rutherford's last words]
The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of Heaven breaks,
The summer morn I've sighed for
The fair sweet morn awakes;
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But day-spring is at hand
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land. [a verse of a longer poem penned by Mrs. A.R. Cousin woven to repeat many of Samuel Rutherford's utterances-- The above was woven from his letters no's 79, 147]
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