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`Our fondest hopes are often
blighted here. Our loved ones are torn from us by
death. We close their eyes and clothe them for the
tomb, and lay them away from our sight. But hope
bears our spirits up. We are not parted forever, but
shall meet the loved ones who sleep in Jesus. They
shall come again from the land of the enemy. The
Life-giver is coming. Myriads of holy angels escort
Him on His way. He bursts the bands of death, breaks
the fetters of the tomb, the precious captives come
forth in health and immortal beauty.’ (2SM259-260)
`God would not have us remain
pressed down by sorrow, with sore and breaking
hearts. He would have us look up and behold His dear
face of love. The blessed Saviour stands by many
whose eyes are so blinded by tears that they do not
discern Him. He longs to clasp our hands, to have us
look to Him in simple faith, permitting Him to guide
us. His heart is open to our griefs, our sorrows,
and our trials. He has loved us with an everlasting
love and with loving-kindness compassed us about. We
may keep the heart stayed upon Him and meditate upon
His loving-kindness all the day. He will lift the
soul above the daily sorrow and perplexity, into a
realm of peace.’ (MB12)
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