My very Dear and much Honored Parents,
Oh, my dear parents, your dear Lord Jesus will be with you in all your pains and afflictions through the infirmities of an advanced age. The Lord will make all your bed for you when sick. And when death comes, and no creature can help you, then, then will the Lord be your helper. He will never leave you nor forsake you; no, not in death's waters. Jesus, your high priest, will go before you, make a way for you, and bring you safely over Jordan into the promised land. The eternal God is your refuge; and underneath you, in your last trial, will be the everlasting arms.
These almighty arms will keep your spirits from sinking, when your bodies must fall by the stroke of death. The soft embraces of those sweet arms will refresh your souls, and ease the bitterest pains that your body may feel. And not the least pain, not the least sickness, that you endure to bring down your mortal frame, but will serve as a foil to set off that immortal glory you shall enter upon in Emanuel's land, where the inhabitant shall not say, "I am sick." There I shall shortly meet you. And let us remember that death comes to us as a blessing. Death to us will be an entrance into life! We shall never be free from sin, perfectly holy, nor fully happy—we shall never be as we would be, nor should be, until we see Jesus as He is!
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