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The tears don’t hurt me like that ache did. Stay here for a little while with me and keep your arm round me--so.
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The tears don’t hurt me like that ache did. Stay here for a little while with me and keep your arm round me--so.
When one member suffers, all the members suffer with it. When one member is honored, all the members rejoice with it.
Now you are the body of Christ, and members individually.
Therefore comfort one another with these words.
For he has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted, neither has he hidden his face from him; but when he cried to him, he heard.
As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.
Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.
Yahweh will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.
for the Lamb who is in the middle of the throne shepherds them and leads them to springs of life-giving waters. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.”
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
“To him who is ready to faint, kindness should be shown from his friend; even to him who forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
How long, Yahweh? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?
The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.
Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?
Affected of course I am by the loss of a friend as I think there will never be again, such as I can fearlessly say there never was before.
Presently, after this was at an end, my mother died, and I was left at liberty to mourn her loss awhile.
If sorrow in its reaction makes us think of our friends, let my name come among the list of yours to you, and with it let the thought come that I am not the coldest and least sincere.
The unity of God preserves a unity in men--that is, a perpetual sympathy between man and man--which sympathy we must be subject to, if not in our joys, yet in our griefs.
There is only one event in my life which never loses its bitterness; which comes back on me like a retreating wave, going and coming again, which was and is my grief--I never had but one brother who loved and comprehended me.
He did not know how long he sat there or what was happening to him, but at last he moved as if he were awakening and he got up slowly and stood on the moss carpet, drawing a long, deep, soft breath and wondering at himself. Something seemed to have been unbound and released in him, very quietly.
Brothers and sisters we were by blood; but slavery had made us strangers.
A gloomy sensation of agonising, everlasting solitude and remoteness, took conscious form in his soul.
When I saw them embracing each other, and heard their joyous laughter, I turned sadly away from the lovely sight.
The gloom of an eternal mourning enwraps, more or less closely, every serious and thoughtful soul, as night enwraps the universe.
At death our friends and relations either draw nearer to us and are found out, or depart further from us and are forgotten.
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