One of them arose, and said, "I feel as happy as an angel. I
feel joys that I can express to no one but my Saviour; and I am just as
certain that my sins are forgiven, as if I had sent up a karduthaase,"
that is, a letter to heaven, "and received an answer to it." Another of
the girls said, that the missionaries had often talked with her about
her dedicating herself to the Saviour, but that she did not then know
what it meant. "I now know," added she, "what it means, for God has
taught it to me." Another of the girls said, "Though they put me in the
fire, I will never forsake the Saviour."
Now, my dear children, I must bid you farewell Probably I shall never
see you, unless you come to this heathen land, until I meet you at the
judgment-seat of Christ. If you do not become missionaries, most of you
will probably die, and be buried where you now are. Probably I shall die
in this heathen land. But we shall not always sleep in our graves. After
a little season, the archangel's trumpet will sound, and you in
America, and I in India, shall hear his voice proclaiming, "Awake, ye
dead, and come to judgment." And we shall all at once rise from our
graves, and stand before our Judge.
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