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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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17. The Lord's Day following she said over the 23d Psalm, and when she had concluded it, her Mother asked her; if she was not afraid to pass through' the dark Valley of the shadow of Death? she answered; No, for God hath promised that he will never leave me nor forsake me, neither will he suffer me to leave or forsake him.
17. The Lord's Day following she said over the 23d Psalm, and when she had concluded it, her Mother ask'd her; if she was not afraid to pass thro' the dark Valley of the shadow of Death? she answer'd; No, for God hath promis'd that he will never leave me nor forsake me, neither will he suffer me to leave or forsake him.
18. She lying in great Pain Day and Night, ⟨p. 15⟩would often say, Lord Jesus give me Patience, give me Patience, that I may not dishonour God. She said, Oh if I should be deceived at last, and deceive others, and they think I am Good, how miserable shall I be forever?
18. She lying in great Pain Day and Night, ⟨p. 15⟩wou'd often say, Lord Jesus give me Patience, give me Patience, that I may not dishonour God. She said, Oh if I shou'd be deceiv'd at last, and deceive others, and they think I am Good, how miserable shall I be forever?
19. Her Aunt Stone being present, and the Child being in great Pain, and complaining of those about her, for refusing to do something for her which she found relieved her, but they were fearful of overdoing, she said,—They do not pity me, but I hope Christ pities me, and will prepare a Place for me. A little while after, being restless with her Pains, she checked her self saying, —Why do I complain? Christ endured more than this for me: I wonder how he did to bear it. And a little while after hearing it Thunder; she said, it Thunders, I am afraid God will kill me with it; but whether he kills me with that, or with this Pain, if I may but go to Christ, it will be well.