O believer, art thou in poverty and straits? There is an incorruptible treasure in that house.
Is thine honour in the dust? A crown for thy head and a sceptre for thy hand await thee there.
Art thou shut up in solitude? There you shall enjoy eternal converse with God, the angels, and the saints.
Is your life full of bitterness? You will find rivers of pleasures there.
Are you weak and sickly? There grows the tree of life, whose leaves are for the healing of the nations.
Are you groaning under the tyranny of sin? There you shall walk in the glorious liberty of the sons of God.
Are defiled garments making you hang down your heads? You shall there shine in spotless robes of holiness.
Is fighting hard work? In that house ye shall for ever triumph.
Are you weary and almost fainting under the labours of the Christian life? There you shall have perpetual rest.
Is your communion with God here frequently interrupted? There will be no interruptions there.
Are you in darkness? There is no night there. Are you in fear of death? There you shall enjoy eternal life.
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Will S. said:
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