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- From Maria Grant MCQuaig
n the year 1905 Robert McQuaig’s wife took ill and died of tuberculosus.
Her sister Mrs. Hugh McQuaig asked me to write some verses in memory of Mrs. Robert and I told her I would if God gave me some to write, but that I could not do it of my self; so I went home and prayed to God to give me some verses as a memoriam, well I prayed several times and still the verses were not given, but I continued to ask for them and one Sunday morning I was not very well, not able to go to church and either Wesley or his father stayed with me and when evening came I told them both to go, that I could stay alone and when they started I got my Bible and Hymn book and sat down by the table. I told them before they started away that I’d have church of my own. So when I sat down with my Bible and Hymn book, before I had opened either of them my Heavenly Father gave me the following.
Obituary
In loving memory of Sarah Gallagher, beloved wife of Robert B. McQuaig, Winchester, Ont., aged 44 years, 4 months, 15 days, died August 24th 1905. The funeral service was conducted by the Rev. F.Tripp, who preached a very appropriate sermon from the words, :”Death is swallowed up in victory” I Cor.XV,54. Deceased was a very devoted wife, an affectionate tender mother and a kind obliging neighbor. She was a writer of both prose and poetry, also …….artist. She leaves a husband, two sons, one brother and sister and mother to mourn, but not as those who have no hope for Mrs. McQuaig was converted at a revival in the Methodist Church at Hulbert, conducted by the Revs. A.A.Smith and McAdoo in the year 1880, and continued faithful to God until death.
I
My husband dear could you but see,
I’m from all care and sorrow free,
You would not grieve nor shed a tear,
But long to cross and come up here.
II
My dear companion I’m not dead,
I’m living here with Christ my head
My body sleeps beneath the clay
My soul’s alive through endless day.
III
You teach the boys as God commands,
And gently lead them by the hand.
There tender heart will need a guide
To lead them to the Saviour’s side.
IV
This is the time, do not delay,
But hasten while ‘tis called to-day,
And lead them to the Saviour’s breast
‘Tis there they’ll find eternal rest.
V
While sheltered there beneath his care
He will protect from every snare,
Will guide their youthful steps aright,
And bring them here to endless light.
VI
The light is from the household gone
My voice forever more is still,
A place is vacant in your hearts
Which God alone can fill.
VII
My life on earth is past, my work is done,
Freed from its clay my spirit flies
To inherit the mansion in the skies
Prepared by God’s own son.
By – Mrs. Henry McQuaig
Hulbert,
Ont.
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1861 - 1905 (44 years)
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