The Greeneville daily sun. (Greeneville, Tenn.) 1918-1920, 1919-09-17
IN MEMORIAM

Elizabeth Lewis, in the sixty-fourth
year of her age.
The husband and wife had walked
together for over forty years, shar-
ing the tolls and enjoying the
sweets of married life. She enjoyed
the happy privilege of dying in the
midst of her family, surrounded by
her faithful husband, children and
sympathizing friends.
She had for many long years lived
the life of Christian, and she died
as the Christian dies-sustained by
the assurance of better life. For
her death had no terrors. 1t was well
coined as the gateway through which
the disembodied spirit passes to its
eternal rest. Such a death is not to
be regretted. The loved ones on
earth may weep for the loved one
that is gone, but while they weep on
earth the happy spirit of the wife
and mother is sweetly resting in the
bosom of the Saviour, in the enjoy
ment of heaven with all that heaven
means to the redeemed of earth. If
our faith in the realities of heaven
was stronger, our fears would be
fewer and our sorrows turned into
joy:
1t is hard for the husband to give
up the wife, the companion of his
yiuth, and for the children to give up
the mother; but the exchange Of
earth for heaven is an everlasting
Joy to the wife and mother. This as
surance ought to dry our tears and
fill our hearts with gladness.
1t is not far from earth to heaven
In the death scene of Lazarus, the
Saviour kindly lifts the veil and lets
us look on the realities surrounding
the death bed of the Christian.
It is not permitted those who stand
around the dying Christian to see the
angel forms or hear the angelic
songs, but it is different with the dy
ing one. AS the natural vision grows
dim and the natural things become
indistinct, the soul catches a glimpse
of the angelic convoy that awaits its
departure and hears the melodies of
the celestial choir, and in this glad
triumphant omment death loses its
sting; the grave is robbed of it's vic
tory.
Jesus calls death a sleep. How
gently we fall asleep! How gently
and sweetly and calmly the Christian
dies! Fall asleep in Jesus-would
that we could understand and compre.
bend the words of the loving Sa-
viour as He speaks to the Borrowing
ones of earth: "Let not your hearts
be troubled; We believe in God, be-
lieve also in Me. In my Fathers
house are many mansions; if it were
not so l would have told you. go
to prepare a place for you, and if l
go and prepare place for you, l will
come again, and receive you unto my
self, that where am We may be also"
Can the bereaved husband and
motherless children take these preci-
oustruths truths to their hearts and
find balm for all their sorrows?
Asleep in Jesus; blessed sleep!
From which none ever wake to
weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last Of foes.
Asleep in Jesus; peaceful rest!
Whose waking is supremely blest;
No fear, no war, shall dim that
hour,
Which manifests the Saviour's pow
err.
Could those who witnessed this death
scene have grasped by faith these
grand truths, they would have joined
in the sweet refrain: asleep in Jesus;
oh, for me, may such blissful refuge
be-"
The aged husband and motherless
children may be committed to the
care of that God Who made the life
of the departed wife and mother so
beautiful and her death so tranquil
happy and blest. Be it ours to fol-
low in her footsteps; be it ours to die
as she died, and then in the morn we
shall all awake together TO life with
God forever, May there be a solace
and comfort to those who wept for
the departed wife and mother, and
may the light of the life of her who
has gone before illuminate our path
way as we journey to the gateway
of heaven, and then may kindred,
children and friends pass through as
she did, to a reunion that shall never