Satan for a short season seemed permitted to make trial of her faith and love, and she struggled hard against his attacks.  But the dear little one was safe in the arms of her Good Shepherd, and none could pluck her out of his hand.  Her anxious prayers were heard and answered, and peace was restored to her soul.  Her brightened countenance required not the addition of words to assure her friends of this, and yet they rejoiced to hear her say, “I am quite happy; I know Jesus loves me, and I shall soon see him.”

On the Sabbath, her last day on earth, she was very feeble, only able to utter a single word at a time, but her heart was full of thankfulness towards all who had cared for her, and especially to those who had sought to comfort her in her last distress, begging her mother would “always love them.”

At night, as her parents were watching beside her, she suddenly raised herself, and, throwing her arms alternately round the neck of each, seemed to take a last farewell.  She was unable to speak, but to her mother’s inquiry, “Tell me once again, my child, are you quite happy?” she replied by lifting up her hand, and pointing to heaven, while the brightest smile lighted up her countenance.  This was her last act of consciousness.  She lingered a few hours without any apparent suffering, and then her happy spirit took its flight, and joined the blissful company, that, having washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb, are ever before the throne of God, rejoicing in their Saviour’s love.

Sarah died at the age of eleven years, in August, 1848.

Dear reader, before you close this book, ask, “Am I like Sarah G——?  Have I ever prayed to Jesus to wash away all my sins, and make my soul quite white in his precious blood?” And then have you begged him to take you to heaven when you die, that you may be happy with him for ever?  If not, do not wait another day, but entreat him now to give you his Holy Spirit to teach you to love him.  Remember, it is this kind Saviour who calls you, who says, “Suffer the little children to come to me, and forbid them not;” and who promises to gather the lambs with his arm, and to carry them in his bosom.

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