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Is it now constantly beholding of Him, and rejoicing in Him, and can doubt no more, and question his Love to it, and its Love to Him no more for ever, because it feels, and is filled with the lively sense of both? And dost thou sit here Mourning, whilst it is eternally Rejoicing? Cease sorrowing for her whose Soul is perfectly happy and triumphant, and save thy Tears to bewail thine own Hazards, Dangers, and Sins in this Imperfect state, and to pour them out before God in fervent ⟨p. 227⟩Prayer, that thou when separated from this Body, mightest be received into that place of Light, and Life, and Love, into that glorious Kingdom of the Ever-living God, and all-sufficient Saviour, to which her Soul is gone before, and is now singing, rejoicing, and triumphing in.

Is it now constantly beholding of Him, and rejoycing in Him, and can doubt no more, and question his Love to it, and its Love to Him no more for ever, because it feels, and is filled with the lively sense of both? And dost thou sit here Mourning, whilest it is eternally Rejoycing? Cease sorrowing for her whose Soul is perfectly happy and triumphant, and save thy Tears to bewail thine own Hazards, Dangers, and Sins in this Imperfect state, and to pour them out before God in fervent ⟨p. 227⟩Prayer, that thou when separated from this Body, mightest be received into that place of Light, and Life, and Love, into that glorious Kingdom of the Ever-living God, and all-sufficient Saviour, to which her Soul is gone before, and is now singing, rejoycing, and triumphing in.

But above all, O my Soul, why art thou troubled and disquieted most of all, for what hath befallen the Body of thy dear Relation? Why dost thou sit in thy Chamber, where thou sawest her breathe her last Breath, and give up the Ghost, and •use how thou sawest her pale, and didst handle her cold Face, when laid in her Coffin? And while thou sittest here, thy thoughts so often run unto the Grave, and considerest how the Body is mouldering and consuming, and turning into Rottenness and dust? And while thou sayst, For this here is my sorrow, let me ask the, in the mean time where is thy Faith? Hast thou an Eye to see how the Body lieth in the Grave, and hast thou not another Eye to see how it shall be raised up? Canst thou not look beyond the Coffin and the Grave, to a joyful, glorious Resurrection?