Chapter 27
Section 27 of From Life to Life or How Our Preachers Die. Rev. O. D. Cohn, To the good man death is an apocalypse, as night showeth knowledge by revealing to us the vastness of creation, so death unveils to us the mysteries and glories of the life to come. Near the close of Mr. Cohn's life, one beautiful Sunday afternoon, he seemed to be looking at something away off. Then he said to his anxious wife,
I have been down near the river. And what did you see, was asked. Oh, it is beautiful, he replied then as the sun was setting he said god is coming tell father i died at my post then with a smile he closed his eyes this was on june 14 1885 the thin cloud veil between us is mere dissolving breath one heavens surround and screen us and where art thou o death reverend john klinefelter the man who sincerely preaches reconciliation through the cross knows
himself what pardon means. O God is so good to me, said this faithful witness, he has forgiven all my sins and set me before him as though I had never sinned. Saying this, he bade adieu to earth January 23, 1903. He was a member of the Old Des Moines, now Iowa, conference. When God is mine and I am his, of paradise possessed, I taste unutterable bliss and everlasting rest. Reverend W. E. Park
At the age of 48, Mansfield, Ohio, was made poorer in moral goodness, but heaven richer because W. E. Park died. What is man that thou art mindful of him? he exclaimed. Jesus is precious. I have gotten the victory.
Sing, O sing, joy unto the Lord. I find him lifting up my head. He brings salvation near. His presence makes me free indeed, and he will soon appear. Reverend D. R. Burkholder
this servant of the pennsylvania conference at the age of 64 entered within the veil with this testimony this world has nothing for me i am so strangely drawn toward the other side the curtain between us seems thin i want to go home only a little while for toiling a few short days then comes the rest the quiet rest eternity's endless praise reverend j g shuey calmly and thoughtfully this servant of the most high said to a brother pastor goodbye we shall not meet here
again, but we'll meet over there. I want you to attend my funeral. I so much desired to complete my year's work, but the Lord has called me to my rest. Then a waiting chariot received him, and one of Lower Wabash's faithful pastors went home. Then let our sorrows cease to flow, God has recalled his own. But let our hearts in every woe still say, Thy will be done. End of section 27
