Ah, who would wish to live alway in this world of sin and sorrow, never entering, never seeing, the many mansions Jesus has gone to prepare for those that love him ?" As the last word left her lips, the seemingly distant voices again rose in song, the words coming distinctly to every ear: "Jerusalem the golden, With milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest.
I know not, O I know not What joys await us there, What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare.
"They stand, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng.
The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen, "There is the throne of David; And there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast.
And they, who with their Leader, Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white.
"O sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect! O sweet and blessed country, That eager hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest," "Thank you very much, gentlemen," said Mildred as the last notes died away.

"What lovely words those are! Ah, they make one almost envious of that dear woman who has already reached that happy land where sin and sorrow are unknown." "And death never enters," added Grandma Elsie low and feelingly.

"Oh, 'blessed are the dead who die in the Lord.'".