have supposed are the innumerable affections and thoughts which are filled with this life from the Lord, which is supplied from instant to instant, so that we indeed "live, and move, and have our being in Him," and because the Lord never intermits this life, but supplies us with it continually; and because He has graciously promised that He will never forsake us—therefore we know that, in reality, we shall never die.
Yonder is fixed the glorious orb of day, and it would be quite as easy to darken that orb as to remove from us the light of the Lord, or to separate us from the love of Him who created both it and us. We are then immortal—we cannot die, "God is not the God of the dead, but of the living." "The dead praise not the Lord, nor any that go down into silence; the living, the living they shall praise Him as we do this day." What a cheering doctrine for suffering humanity is this! and how must our affections and thoughts expand when we know that for immortal souls there is an eternal world where all is beautiful and glorious, and into which we shall enter when we leave the body, and participate in all its heavenly delight. A world this, more bright and glorious than it has entered the heart of man to conceive; a world where knowledge ripens into the truest wisdom, where charity expands into the purest love. A world whose sun is of such radiance as to be suitable even for the shade of a glory to the Supreme Himself. A world where envy never yet found a resting-place; where ravaging disease, with its catalogue of pains and miseries, never found an entrance. A world where the blessed inhabitants have no name for death, because death can never enter. A world where
