A token for mourners, or, The advice of Christ to a distressed mother bewailing…

Poor Creature, cease to weep any longer for thy dead Relation, and weep rather for thy dead heart. Is this thy compliance with Gods design in afflicting thee? What, to grow a greater stranger to him than before! Or is this the way to thy cure and comfort in affliction, to restrain prayer, and turn thy back upon God?

Poor Creature, cease to weep any longer for thy dead Relation, and weep rather for thy dead heart. Is this thy compliance with Gods design in afflicting thee? What, to grow a greater stranger to him than before! Or is this the way to thy cure and comfort in affliction, to restraine prayer, and turn thy back upon God?

Or if thou darest not wholly neglect thy duty, yet thy affliction spoils the success and comfort of it; thy heart is wandering, dead, distracted in prayer and meditation, so that thou hast no relief or comfort from it.

Or if thou darest not wholly neglect thy duty, yet thy affliction spoyles the success and comfort of it; thy heart is wandering, dead, distracted in prayer and meditation, so that thou hast no relief or comfort from it.

Rouse up thy self Christian and consider, This is not right. Surely the rod works not kindly now. What did thy love to God expire, when thy friend expired? Is thy heart as cold in duty, as his body is in the grave? Hath natural death seized him, and spiritual deadness seized thee? Sure then thou hast more reason to lament thy dead heart, than thy dead friend. Divert the stream of thy troubles speedily, and labour to recover thy self out of this temper quickly; least sad experience ⟨p. 31⟩shortly tell thee, that what thou now mournest for, is but a trifle to that that thou shalt mourn for hereafter. To loose the heavenly warmth and spiritual liveliness of thy affections, is undoubtedly a far more considerable loss, than to loose the wife of thy bosom, or the sweetest child that ever a tender parent laid in the grave.