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Early piety; exemplified in Elizabeth Butcher of Boston
Early piety; exemplified in Elizabeth Butcher of Boston: who was born July 14th, 1709. And died June 13th. 1718. Being just eight years and eleven months old.
Boston: printed by J. Draper for C. Harrison over against the Brazen-Head, 1741
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10. About a Month before her Death, on the Sabbath in the Afternoon, she said to her Mother; Now I have a believing sight of Christ: Now Christ is mine and I am his: Oh, how sweet is Christ: Oh he is sweet, he is sweet! and if you did but taste and feel what I do, you would long to be gone. Then she said; Come Lord Jesus, come quickly: Dear Jesus, sweet Jesus, come quickly. Then she said; Lord Jesus give me Patience, give me Patience to wait thy Time, for thy Time is the best Time: Lord Jesus give me Patience.
11. Her Mother sat weeping by her, and to comfort her, the Child said; Dear Mother, tho' we part now, it will be but a little while before you will follow and come to me: and that will be a happy meeting for us, to meet at the Right Hand of Christ in the great Day. Then she thanked her Mother for the Instructions and Corrections she had given her, and said had it not been for them I might have gone to Hell; but it won't be long now before the blessed Angels will come and carry my Soul to the Bosom of Christ; Oh I long to be gone, I long to be gone to that Blessed Place: Sweet Jesus, come quickly.
11. Her Mother sat weeping by her, and to comfort her, the Child said; Dear Mother, tho' we part now, it will be but a little while before you will follow and come to me: and that will be a happy meeting for us, to meet at the Right Hand of Christ in the great Day. Then she thank'd her Mother for the Instructions and Corrections she had given her, and said had it not been for them I might have gone to Hell; but it won't be long now before the blessed Angels will come and carry my Soul to the Bosom of Christ; Oh I long to be gone, I long to be gone to that Blessed Place: Sweet Jesus, come quickly.
12. A while after she said: My Pain is great which I undergo to go to Christ; but not so great as the Pains Christ underwent for me: Oh I wonder