ETERNAL Glory, my Friends, is so great a Thing, and the compleat Love and Enjoyment of GOD so unutterably desirable, that it is well worth our while to bear the sharpest Sorrows, by which we may be more perfectly formed for it. We may even congratulate the Death of our Children, if it bring us nearer to our heavenly Father; and teach us, (instead of filling this Vacancy in our Heart with some new Vanity, which may shortly renew our Sorrows,) to consecrate the whole of it to him who alone deserves, and can alone answer the most intense Affection. Let us try what of this kind may be done. We are now going to the Table of the Lord[*], to that very Table where our Vows have often been sealed, where our Comforts have often been reigned, where our _Isaac's_ have been conditionally sacrificed, and where we commemorate the real Sacrifice which GOD hath made even of his only begotten Son for us. May our other Sorrows be suspended, while we _mourn for him whom we have pierced, as for an only Son, and are in Bitterness as for a First-born_[c]. From his Blood Consolations spring up, which will flourish even on the Graves of our dear Children; and the Sweetness of that Cup which he there gives us, will temper the most distasteful Ingredients of the other. Our Houses _are not so with GOD_, as they once were, as we once expected they would have been, but _he hath made with us an everlasting Covenant_, and these are the Tokens of it. Blessed be his Name, we hold not the Mercies of that Covenant by so precarious a Tenure as the Life of any Creature. _It is well ordered in all things and sure:_ May _it be all our Salvation, and all our Desire_[d]; and then it is but a little while, and all our Complaints will cease. _GOD will wipe away these Tears from our Eyes_[e], our peaceful and happy Spirits shall ere long meet with those of our Children which he hath taken to himself. Our Bodies shall sleep, and ere long also awake, and arise with theirs. _Death_, that inexorable Destroyer, _shall be swallowed up in Victory_[f], while we and ours surround the Throne with everlasting Hallelujahs, and own, with another Evidence than we can now perceive; with another Spirit than we can now express, that _All was indeed well_. Amen. _FINIS._ Footnotes. + _The Duke of_ Burgundy. _See_ Cambray's _Life_, p. 329. * Tibi monstrabo Amatorium sine Medicamento, sine Herbis, sine ullius Veneficae; Carmine, _Si vis amari, ama._ SEN. a Heb. iv. 15.--Heb. ii. 18. b 2 Cor. i. 4. c Job iv. 3,--5. d Job xv. 11. e Isa x. 18. f Heb. xii. 9. g Lev. x. 3. h Job i. 21. i Math. xxi. 16. k Luke i. 18. l Luke i. 38. m Jon. ii. 2. n Jon. iv. 9. o 2 Kings iv. 18, 20. p 1 Kings xvii. 17, & seq. * See _Henry_, in loc. q 1 Tim. vi. 11; 2 Tim. iii. 17. r 2 Kings. iv. 23. s Isa. xxxix. 8. t Ezek. xxiv. 16. u Psal. cxli. 3. w Jer. x. 19. x Psal. lxxiv. 22. y Psal. xxxix. 9. z 1 Sam. iii. 18. a Rom. ix. 20. b Psal ciii. 19.