And Christ removed it when he died for me:
Washed in his blood, my robe without, within,
Has not a stain that God himself can see.

Wrapped in the Saviour's arms I sweetly lie;
Far, far behind I hear the breakers roar;
I have been dying--but I cease to die,
My rest begins--rejoice forevermore!"

Having expressed a wish to be visited by all her acquaintances, many
called to see her, with whom she conversed freely on the interests of
their soul. With great composure she made arrangements for her
departure--leaving books and other articles to her intimate friends.
One day she made a request that I should preach her funeral sermon.
For a moment I hesitated because of relationship (having married her
sister Josephine), then remarked, that I supposed there would be no
impropriety in doing so, as I recollected that Whitefield preached his
wife's, to which she immediately added, "And Wesley preached his
mother's." On asking if she had thought of any passage to be used as a
text, she replied: "I first thought of the words, 'I shall be
satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness'; but you know that is all
about _I_, and now I feel that Christ is all--it is all Christ: so I
have thought of his words in the 11th of John, 'I am the Resurrection
and the Life.'" She also suggested to her sister that the following
hymns (which were favorites with her) should be used on the occasion:

"Come let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;"

"On Jordan's stormy banks I stand