Obit-Gonzales Inquirer Dec. 13, 1894
In Memoriaim
Mrs. Margaret B. Green, consort of W. P. Green, of Thompsonville began this mortal life March 5, 1844, and ended the same Nov. 28, 1894.
Crace redeemed her in the late teens and to the time of her departure she remained a consistent and worthy mdember of the Baptist church. Quiet and unobtrusive, yet she so lived as to leave no doubt in the minds of those most intimately associaated with her of her standing before God.
Only last year she had the sore trial of giving up the King of Terrors her noble and promising son who, it will be remembered, died at the residence of Mrs. Bass, and now the spirit of the mother has joined the son's spirit beyond the skies and their bodies rest side by side in the Masonic cemetery.
She leaves a loving husband and five lovley children to mourn her loss and honor her memory. Our sister had no preparation to make for death in her last days-she had so long ago left it with Jesus. Blessed and sweet to be thus ever ready for the summons from the king in Glory who calls his own at his bidding. And now all the loved ones in sad rejoicing may sing:
"Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,
Since God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, thy Guide,
He gave thee, he took thee and he will restore thee.
And death hath no sting, since the Savior hath died."
Obit-Gonzales Inquirer Dec. 13, 1894
In Memoriaim
Mrs. Margaret B. Green, consort of W. P. Green, of Thompsonville began this mortal life March 5, 1844, and ended the same Nov. 28, 1894.
Crace redeemed her in the late teens and to the time of her departure she remained a consistent and worthy mdember of the Baptist church. Quiet and unobtrusive, yet she so lived as to leave no doubt in the minds of those most intimately associaated with her of her standing before God.
Only last year she had the sore trial of giving up the King of Terrors her noble and promising son who, it will be remembered, died at the residence of Mrs. Bass, and now the spirit of the mother has joined the son's spirit beyond the skies and their bodies rest side by side in the Masonic cemetery.
She leaves a loving husband and five lovley children to mourn her loss and honor her memory. Our sister had no preparation to make for death in her last days-she had so long ago left it with Jesus. Blessed and sweet to be thus ever ready for the summons from the king in Glory who calls his own at his bidding. And now all the loved ones in sad rejoicing may sing:
"Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,
Since God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, thy Guide,
He gave thee, he took thee and he will restore thee.
And death hath no sting, since the Savior hath died."
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