On Sunday, 06/01/1879, two days before Frances Ridley Havergal died, the doctors told her that her condition was serious and that she should not hope to live much longer. She exclaimed, Beautiful, If I am really going, it is too good to be true. Oh, it is the Lord Jesus that is so dear to me. I can't tell how precious, how much he has been to me. As she awaited her homegoing, she had her favorite text placed at the foot of her bed where she could look upon it constantly. The blood of Jesus Christ, his son cleanses us from all sin. It was a signpost of the grace of God in Jesus Christ for her. Just before her death, she asked for John Newton's hymn, How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds. The last eight lines of that hymn read thus, Weak is the effort of my heart and cold my warmest thought. But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought. Till then I would thy love proclaim with every fleeting breath, and may the music of thy name refresh my soul in death. As she slipped into eternity where her soul was refreshed and she praised him as she ought when she saw him as he is.