Rev. Will­iam Ing­lis was a pi­ous and use­ful Wes­ley­an lo­cal preach­er. One of his val­ued ad­mo­ni­tions was: “When the world as­saults you, watch and pray; when the flesh, flee and pray; when the de­vil, fight and pray.” The last pub­lic ser­vice that he con­duct­ed waas a sev­en-o’clock morn­ing pray­er meet­ing. He gave out this hymn and read with spe­cial em­pha­sis and im­press­ive­ness the third and fourth stan­zas. That even­ing, in re­turn­ing to the same cha­pel, he sud­den­ly fell to the ground, and life was ex­tinct. They re­called then how sol­emn­ly he had read at the close of the morn­ing pray­er meet­ing:

And soon or later than translate
To my eternal bliss.