To My Dear Friends

In closing this sorrowful number of the “Message from God” for July, 1932, I ask you to pray earnestly for me, that I may in all things, say with all my heart, “Thy will be done.”
Yours affectionately,
Heyman Wreford.
P.S. I cannot, adequately thank my friends for their wonderful sympathy, which has been more to me than words can express.
The Ways of God
By the Editor.
Where are our Loved. Ones now?
“With Christ, which is far better.” — Phil. 1:23.

Where is now our loved one?
Where, Oh where?
Not where the dying moan,
Not where the day is dreary,
Not where the night is lone,
Not in a home of weeping,
Not in a darkened room,
Not in a graveyard sleeping,
Not in a silent tomb.
No, not there.|Where is now our loved one?
Where, Oh where?
Safe in a land immortal,
Safe in a country rare,
Safe in a Heavenly portal,
Safe in a Mansion fair,
Safe with the joys supernal,
Safe with the bless’d to bow,
Safe with the love eternal,
Safe with the Master now,
There, yes, there.
With kind sympathy, from E.C.
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How can I possibly thank my very many dear friends, who have shown so much sympathy and Christian love to me. Many letters I have not acknowledged still, save in my prayers to God to bless the senders. Please forgive me! My writing hand has got much weaker for the time, but I am told that if I take a rest and change I may get much better. I am in the hands of God to do with me as He will — “He doeth all things well.” I ask your prayers that I may still be able to continue my work in the editing and directing the work of the depot in Exeter. I have just received the following lines which are very beautiful.