January 17

HE number’d not the changes of the year,
The days, the nights, and he forgot all fear
Of death: each day he thought there should have been
A shining ladder set for him to climb
Athwart some opening in the heavens, e’en
To God’s eternity, and see sublime—
His face whose shadow passing fills all time.
A. O’Shaughnessy


FINDING we could not understand what he said he paused a little, and then with all the remaining strength he had, cried out, “The best of all is, God is with us”;—and then, as if to assert the faithfulness of our promise-keeping Jehovah, and comfort the hearts of his weeping friends, lifting up his dying arm in token of victory, and raising his feeble voice with a holy triumph not to be expressed, again repeated the heart-reviving words, “The best of all is, God is with us!”
John Wesley {on his deathbed)


THE Humble, Meek, Merciful, Just, Pious, and Devout Souls are everywhere of one religion; and when Death has taken off the Mask, they will know one another; though the divers Liveries they wear here make them strangers.
William Penn

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