Then the narrow straits that look so full of rocks and quicksands, widen into a broad, clear passage, and one after another, rosy with a celestial dawn, and ringing silver bells of gladness, the isles of the blessed lift themselves up on the horizon, and the soul is flooded with an atmosphere of light and joy. As the burden of Christian fell off at the cross and was lost in the sepulchre, so in these hours of celestial vision the whole weight of life's anguish is lifted, and passes away like a dream; and the soul, seeing the boundless ocean of Divine love, wherein all human hopes and joys and sorrows lie so tenderly upholden, comes and casts the one little drop of its personal will and personal existence with gladness into the Fatherly depth.
—Harriet Beecher Stowe, The Pearl of Orr's Island, p382.
Psalm 127:2
It is in vain that you rise up early
and go late to rest,
eating the bread of anxious toil;
for He gives to His beloved sleep.
—Psalm 127:2 ESV
and go late to rest,
eating the bread of anxious toil;
for He gives to His beloved sleep.
—Psalm 127:2 ESV
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