I have prayed often
for my husband that he might be converted, but there has been no
answer of God in that matter. Are my prayers lost; are they
forgotten; are they thrown over the bar? No; they are hanged upon
the horns of the golden altar, and I must have the benefit of them
myself that moment that I shall enter into the gates, in at which
the righteous nation that keepeth truth shall enter: I say, I shall
have the benefit of them. I can say as holy David--I say, I can say
of my husband as he could of his enemies, 'As for me, when they were
sick, my clothing was of sackcloth; I humbled my soul with fasting,
and my prayer returned into my bosom.' My prayers are not lost, my
tears are yet in God's bottle; I would have had a crown and glory
for my husband, and for those of my children that follow his steps;
but so far as I can see yet, I must rest in the hope of having all
myself.'
"When she drew near her end she called for her husband, and when he
was come to her, she told him that now he and she must part; and,
said she, 'God knows, and thou shalt know, that I have been a
loving, faithful wife unto thee; and as for all the abuses that I
have received at thy hand, those I freely and heartily forgive, and
still shall pray for thy conversion, even as long as I breathe in
this world.
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