Bloomsburg democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1867-1869, 1867-05-01
OBITUARY..


death Of the late CHRIsTIANA BRINK, wife
Of Clark Brink, who departed this life
January 18th, 1866, aged SO years, 8 months
and % days.
Come view my friends scene Of grief
Where piety gives sweet relief,
A tender mother bids adieu
To husband and to children too.
She asks no longer here to stay
Where troubles come from day to day,
For long she has in weakness lain,
Though not been rack d with tort ring pain.
When just about to leave times shore
She asks to see her friends once more.
Her children dear around her stand
With weeping eyes and trembling hand.
There taking each one by the hand
Whilst round the bed they all did stand;
To them she said, my children dear,
My time is come so leave you here.
Remember ye the God of love,
Who dwells enthroned in light above,
Your souls commit unto his care
With faith and hope and humble prayer.
OF this advice I've given you,
BY prccept and example too,
My last advice l now do give,
That you may in my precepts live.
Obey your father, dear children dear,
And he will teach you whom to fear,
And with each other live in peace,
Nor bring upon yourselves disgrace.
Farewell, my children, then she said,
Mourn not tor me when | am dead,
But trust in Christ, the sinners friend,
For he will love you to the end.
When she had bid them all adieu
She said unto her husband too,
My husband dear, we now must part,
See that you act fathers part.
Our children dear, require your care,
Your tender counsel and your prayer,
See that you do for them provide;
Teach them in Jesus to confide.
Let precepts unto them be given,
To train their tender minds for Heaven,
That they, and you, and may meet,
In Heaven around the mercy seat.
Farewell, my friends, and neighbors too,
! now must bid you all adieu,
My course on earth, it now is run,
At noon doth set my morning sun.
But not with clouds my sky is spread,
Sweet Jesus makes my dying bed
Seem soft as downy pillows are,
And his bright glory shall share.
My soul is calm through jesus love,
] long to dwell with him above,
Where Saints and Angels, too, are blest,
And where the weary are at rest.
Farewell, her friends in sadness said,
Whilst weeping round her dying bed;
We part with you to meet no more,
Till we have passed this Jordan Der.
Her spirit then it scared away
And left its lonely house Of clay,
How sweet and calm she breathed her last
And all her conflicts now are past.
Her spirit scared to Heaven above,
Where all is peace and joy and love,
And may our souls like hers arise,
10 greet the Saints beyond the skies.
Where all the ransom' j shall sit down,
In glory round the Fathers throne,
To praise the undivided three,
Who sets our souls at liberty.
Hosanna to Jesus on high
Another has entered his rest:
Another has scaped to the sky,
And lodged in lmmanuel's breast
The soul of our sister is gone,
To heighten the triumph above;
Exalted to Jesus throne,
And claspcd in the arms of his love.
How happy the Angels that fall
Transported at Jesus name;
The Saints whom he soonest shall call,
To share in the feast of the lamb!
No longer imprisoned in clay
Who next from the dungeon shall fly?
Who first shall be summon away?
My merciful lord--Is it {?