Carry Me Over the Mountains

A mother thought her little sick boy was safe in the arms of Jesus. She thought he was trusting sweetly in Christ; but one day, as he drew towards the chambers of death, she came into his room, and he said, as she was looking out of the window, “ Mother, what are those mountains that I see yonder?”

The mother said, “Eddie, there is no mountain in sight of the house.” “Don’t you see them, mother?” said he; “they’re so high and so dark. Eddie has got to cross those mountains, Won’t you take him in your arms and carry him over those mountains?” The mother said, ‘Eddie, I would if I could, but I cannot.”

The mother then said, “Eddie, you must take your eyes off your mother. You must have your eyes upon Jesus. He will help you.” The mother again prayed with him, and tried to get his little mind off from the dark mountain.

Al at once he said, “Mother, hark! don’t you hear them call?” “ Hear who, Eddie?” ‘Don’t you see the angels just on the other side of the mountain? ‘They are calling for me.

Take me, mother, and carry me over the mountain.” The mother said again, “ Why, my boy, I cannot go with you, but Christ will be with you.

He will take you safe over the mountains, if you trust him.” Again the mother prayed for her little boy, for she could not bear to have him die in that state of mind, so troubled about the mountain. At length he closed his eyes, and he prayed, “Lord Jesus, be with me, and take me over the mountains.” Then he opened his little eyes, and said, “Good-bye, mamma: Jesus ir coming to carry me over the mountains;” and Sinner, Christ has come to-night to carry you over the mountains, Moody.