Hope & Comfort
He has sealed my sufferings with His own comforts, and I know that He will not put His seal upon blank paper.
The loss of life is gain to you. If Christ Jesus be the period, the end, and lodging home, at the end of your journey, there is no fear; ye go to a friend.
The child has but changed a bed in the garden, and is planted up higher, nearer the sun, where he shall thrive better than in this outfield muir-ground.
God has dried up one channel of your love by the removal of your husband.
It is faith’s work to claim and challenge loving-kindness out of all the roughest strokes of God. Do that for the Lord which ye will do for time: time will calm your heart at that which God has done, and let our Lord have it now. What love ye did bear to friends now dead, seeing they stand now in no need of it, let it fall as just legacy to Christ.
It is a free prison; citizens pay nothing for the grave.
She is not sent away, but only sent before, like unto a star, which going out of our sight doth not die and vanish, but shineth in another hemisphere.
Death is but an awesome step, over time and sin, to sweet Jesus Christ, who knew and felt the worst of death, for death’s teeth hurt Him.
It is a Christian art to comfort yourself in the Lord.
My losses are my gain, my prison a palace, and my sadness joyfulness.
Death in itself includeth both the death of the soul and the death of the body; but to God’s children the bounds and the limits of death are abridged and drawn into a more narrow compass.
Time’s thread is shorter by one inch than it was.
What misery, to have both a bad way all the day, and no hope of lodging at night!
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