When I die

There was once an elderly christian lady who was approaching the end of her life. As her minister sat by her hospital bed praying and reading to her she said to him.
"When I die, I'd like to be buried with a spoon"
What thoughts must have passed through his head when he heard those words
"Why?" asked the somewhat shocked minister
"Well" she answered "When I used to go to people's houses for dinner, sometimes at the end of the meal when people were clearing away the dishers someone would lean over and say to me "keep your spoon" I knew that this would mean that there was something nice to come afterwards. So I want to be buried with a spoon to sho the best is still to come.

A beautiful hymn

Jesus and shall it ever be

Jesus, and shall it ever be,

A mortal man ashamed of Thee?

Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,

Whose glories shine thro' endless days?

Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far

Let evening blush to own a star;

He sheds the beams of light divine

O'er this benighted soul of mine.

Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend

On whom my hopes of heav'n depend!

No; when I blush, be this my shame,

That I no more revere His name.

Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,

When I've no guilt to wash away;

No tear to wipe, no good to crave,

No fears to quell, no soul to save.

Till then, nor is my boasting vain,

Till then I boast a Saviour slain;

And O, may this my glory be,

That Christ is not ashamed of me!