‘Take heart children,’ mother consoles. But sorrow has conquered it. But weeping endure for a night. Joy comes in the morning, when tears shall cease falling; when child shall weep no more; and the storm shall blow calm; and the sunlight shall pierce out after rain - A new dawn, glorious in His holiness. Rest, my soul, for He has gone forth like a man of war. He shall return with His spoils. Glorious than former Exalting the Throne of Grace! Alas! Envy not for great is His faithfulness...click the heading or image to continue
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