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HELEN E. GOODELL

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 26, 1860

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 15, No. 10.

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HELEN E. GOODELL

By Helen E. Goodell.

From Sister Goodell.

DEAR brethren and sisters : I can say for one, I am striving for that crown of everlasting glory which is in reserve for me at God's right hand, and not for me only, but for you all who love his glorious appearing and kingdom. Though we have trouble here, what is it, when compared with that rest which remaineth for the people of God? I am determined for one to press my way onward through the rugged, thorny maze, and never stop short of the prize which lies at the end of the race.
Of late I have felt to prize my Bible above every earthly treasure, and the more I read it, the more I love its sacred teachings, as it points the way to the holy city, and to the Lamb of God that taketh away the sin of the world. And next to that precious book do I prize the Review, which brings to my waiting heart, week after week, the cheering epistles of those of like precious faith scattered abroad. And it always rejoices my soul to hear of the progress of present truth in the great harvest-field. It makes me feel like girding on the armor anew, and puts within me a determination to go through let come what will.
The church in this place, I think, are progressing. Though they have many difficulties to contend with, yet most of those who enlisted under the banner of present truth, stand firm. But some of the good seed fell by the wayside, and has been picked up by the birds, and some fell among thorns and is nearly choked out. Yet praise his holy name, some fell on good ground and is bringing forth much fruit. O, I long for the time to arrive when we shall see Jesus as he is and forever enjoy the company of angels and of saints, where there will be none to molest or make us afraid. There we shall pluck the fruit of life's fair tree, and drink of the water of life's river, which will be pure and free. There sorrow and sighing will be done away.
“O I long to be there, and the thought that 'tis near, Makes me almost impatient for Christ to appear, To fit up that dwelling of glory so rare, The earth robed in beauty, I long to be there.”

HELEN E. GOODELL

Sandusky, Wis.