(James Smith, "Rills from the Rock of Ages", 1860)
"These all died in faith . . . they confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth" Hebrews 11:13
The day of life with them is ended. Its duties are ended. Its responsibilities are past. Itshours are fled away.
What a trying day some of them had! How stormy. How sultry. How often overcast. How gloomy. But it is now past--and past forever! The toils of the wilderness are over! They had much to afflict and pain them . . .
a difficult and dangerous journey,
a long wearisome march,
many a heavy cross to carry,
many a stubborn foe to face,
many a painful doubt,
numerous gloomy fears.
"These all died in faith . . . they confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth" Hebrews 11:13
The day of life with them is ended. Its duties are ended. Its responsibilities are past. Itshours are fled away.
What a trying day some of them had! How stormy. How sultry. How often overcast. How gloomy. But it is now past--and past forever! The toils of the wilderness are over! They had much to afflict and pain them . . .
a difficult and dangerous journey,
a long wearisome march,
many a heavy cross to carry,
many a stubborn foe to face,
many a painful doubt,
numerous gloomy fears.
But now the wilderness is all behind them! The afflictions of the pilgrimage are terminated. Those sufferings were sharp, and some of them continued long. Many of them were endured in secret without sympathy, and without relief. They were soulsorrows, agony of mind--as well as sharp pains of body. But however multiplied, however severe, however protracted those sorrows--they are past and gone, never, never to return!
