An old hymn sung in chapel on Tuesday seemed a perfect expression of Anna’s faith:
Blessed assurance, Jesus is hers!/Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!/Heir of salvation, purchase of God,/Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
Perfect submission, perfect delight,/Visions of rapture now burst on her sight./Angels descending bring from above/Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Perfect submission, all is at rest,/She in her Savior is happy and blest;/Watching and waiting, looking above/Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.
This is her story,/This is her song,/Praising her Savior all the day long/This is her story,/this is her song,/Praising her Savior all the day long.