William Bradford Institute
for Study of the
Early Settlement of America

God's Fatherly Pity

Preached on Thursday evening. March 2nd, 1882,
by C. H. Spurgeon
at the Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington.

"Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear
him."- Psalm ciii. 13.

In the former part of this psalm the Psalmist sang of God's deeds of love, his
gifts, his benefits, and his acts of kindness; but here he goes deeper into the
divine motive, and hence he finds sweeter incentives to devout gratitude. There
is a fulness of consolation in the fact that the heart of God is towards his
people. He not only dispenses blessings -so does the sun, so do the clouds, so
do the fruitful fields-but he takes a warm interest in our welfare, and has a
feeling towards us of kindly, gentle affection, and that of such intensity that
one of the highest forms of earthly love is here used as a figure to set forth
the tender mercy of our God towards us. I have always been taught as an axiom in
theology that God has no griefs,-that he is "without parts or passions" I think
was the definition; but I have often inwardly demurred to such statements; they
seemed to me so inconsistent with the tone and tenor of Scripture; for he
appears to take pleasure in his people, and to be "grieved" with their
ill-manners. Surely, metaphors that are inspired must have a meaning that is
instructive. If the Father's "bowels yearn," if our Lord and Saviour is "moved
with compassion," and if the Holy Spirit is "vexed," there must be something
analogous to what we call emotion among ourselves in the acknowledged attributes
of the Most High. At least he appears to sympathize with us, so that "in all our
afflictions he is afflicted," and he pities us "as a father pitieth his
children." "That is speaking after the manner of men," says somebody. True; and
it is exactly the way I do speak. In no other way do I know how to speak, and
until I learn to speak after the manner of angels you must pardon me, and accept
an apology, not only for my own ignorance of any other tongue than that in which
I was born, but also for the incapacity of my hearers to understand any other
than human language. Neither do I know anything, so limited is my intelligence,
except after the manner of men. It seems to me that if there be any other manner
or means of communicating thoughts and emotions, it must belong to some other
being than man; and if it be correct to speak after the manner of men, then be
it understood I do speak after that manner, and I am perfectly satisfied that I
am able so to speak the truth as shall give a faithful and adequate impression
to your minds. There is a feeling which has a measure of pain in it, familiarly
known to us as "pity;" it is a love which so sympathizes with its objects that
in a manner it makes itself one with them, and if it should involve suffering,
pity shares the pang. If there be any kind of grief in the one that is pitied,
he that pities becomes a partaker of that grief. I believe in a God who can
feel. As to Baal, and the gods of the heathen they may be passionless and
without emotion, or without anything that is akin to feeling. Not so do I find
Jehovah to be described. How did his anger kindle when he gave his people over
to the sword, and was wroth with his inheritance! And how transporting is his
love to the daughter of Zion when he rejoices over her with joy! He has a pity,
ay, and a sorrow too, according to this Book. I dismiss therefore the theology
of the schoolmen; I am quite satisfied with the divinity that I find in these

Believe it then, dear friends, with all your hearts, that God has kindly
feelings towards them that fear him, such as a father has towards his children.
This is a truth of which I feel jealous, and I do not wish to see it toned down.
There is a sentiment abroad that sounds plausible, and is accepted by many
Christian people, that God puts us to much sorrow, wisely and for our good,
while his own heart is unaffected or callous to our suffering, because he
foresees, according to his own purpose, the good that will come out of it. Some
kind of analogy might in that case be suggested between our gracious God and a
skilful surgeon, who cuts, and cuts deeply, when he would remove a cancer from
the flesh; or a physician who administers potent draughts of medicine, which,
perhaps, cause excruciating pain. The surgeon would be too intent on the success
of his operation, or the physician would watch with too much anxiety the effect
of his prescription on the patient to bestow much thought or sympathy on those
present sufferings which he confidently anticipates will effect a permanent
cure. So he calmly looks on, intent upon the result in the future, as he ignores
to some extent the anguish of the passing hour. But I pray you not to think that
it is exactly so with God. Of course, in a higher scale, he has all the wisdom
of the physician, and he does view our afflictions that we now endure in the
light of that hereafter when he will heal all our diseases, and give unto us
beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the
spirit of heaviness. Still he does not steel his heart to the immediate and the
present trouble of his people, but, "Like as a father pitieth his children, so
the Lord pitieth them that fear him." I can understand the surgeon looking at
the patient, while causing him acute pain under the operation, with the
intrepidity of a man whose nerves cannot easily be shaken. But the father must
leave the room, he cannot bear it; the mother cannot look on,-they are carried
away with the immediate grief. And so it is with God, albeit that the splendour
of his wisdom and his foreknowledge enables him to see the end as well as the
beginning, yet, believe me, like as a father is pitying his children, so the
Lord is pitying them that fear him. For it is in the present tense, and carries
the idea of continuity: at this very moment he is now pitying them that fear
him. Though he knows your trials will work for your good, yet he pities you.
Though he knows that there is sin in you, which, perhaps, may require this rough
discipline ere you be sanctified, yet he pities you. Though he can hear the
music of heaven, the songs and glees that will ultimately come of your present
sighs and griefs, yet still he pities those groans and wails of yours; for "He
doth not afflict willingly nor grieve the children of men." In all our
distresses and present griefs he takes his share; he pities us as a father
pities his children.

Let us look at the text, then, believing in its meaning, and not frittering it
away by saying, "That is after the manner of men." For again, I say, there is no
other manner in which we can speak, and no other manner in which God himself can
speak if he means us to understand. There is doubtless some high and vast
meaning which, like the covering cherub, stands high over all; but, for the
matter of that, I am but a child, and cannot reach it. I am content with what 1
can reach, satisfied with what is obviously the meaning of this text, "Like as a
father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him."
Hear it, dear friends, first for your encouragement, and hear it next for your
imitation. Hear it, that you may be encouraged; God is not unfeelingly
afflicting you; but he is pitying you. Hear it that you may be impelled to go
into the world with a like pitying eye. If you ever have to say a rough word in
fidelity, or are required to utter a stern rebuke, do it after the manner of
your heavenly Father, pitying even if you have to blame, and gently delivering
the expostulation which it grieves you to have to deliver at all.

I am not to-night able to preach to you much by way of set discourse, for I am
one of those children just now who needs his Father's pity; I half think he
would have bade me go home, and not speak to you at all, had it not been that
the sight of this assembly stirs my spirit, and makes it imperative that when
you come together to hear I should have somewhat to say unto you: therefore, as
best I can, I shall simply call attention to some few things in our condition
and our circumstances which make us resemble children towards whom God hath

Will you please observe on the outset that the pity of the Lord extends to all
those that fear him. There are none of them that are not fit objects of his
compassion-the very best and brightest of his saints, the brave heroes, the
well-instructed fathers, the diligent workers; God pities you, my dear brethren.
Will you take that home to yourselves; because there is a beautiful lesson of
humility in so accounting ourselves as pitiable creatures in the eyes of the
Lord, even when we are at our best estate. I have seen some brethren and sisters
that really did not seem at all meet subjects for pity, because they imagined
that the very roots of sin had been eradicated out of their hearts. Their
character and their conduct were akin to perfection in their own esteem. I
forget how many weeks they had lived without a sin except they had some
wandering thought once; but they could hardly recollect or refer to that as a
fault. Yes; but I venture to say I pity people that talk so; if they are God's
children, all that God does with them is, he pities them; and well he may; for
he says to himself, "Poor dear creatures; how little they know of themselves,
and how different their estimate of perfection is from mine." He still pities
them; and that is the length that he goes. I do not find him admiring them or
exalting and extolling them. The biggest child he has, the child that is most
like his Father, and has learnt most of Jesus, may come to this text and see
himself depicted in it:- "Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord
pitieth them that fear him."

As for us who are not so big, and are still among his little children, I am sure
the Lord first pities our childish ignorance. He is not angry with us, because
we do not know everything; he is not angry with us because the little we do know
we mostly turn topsy-turvey, upside down: he is not angry with us because what
he has taught us we are very apt to forget by reason of our fickle memory; no;
but he pities us. Schoolmasters of the olden type used to think that the boys
must do all the lessons that were set them and learn everything that was
contained in their school-books; then they asked them questions which, if the
pupils could answer, there would be no need for any preceptors, and if the boys
did not know, there was nothing for them but a fierce word and a hard blow. That
is not how fathers teach-true fathers; but when their children do not know, they
tell them; if they cannot quite understand them, they watch their faces and they
put the thing into another shape; and if the child has not got it then, they try
again, and at last they find the key-hole of the child's understanding, and they
put the key in, and straightway the mind is opened, and the truth, like a
precious treasure, is stowed therein. A father does not act like a schoolmaster;
but he pitieth his children, and he is willing patiently to teach them. Does the
father expect his child to know as much as himself? Does the politician expect
the little boy to understand the secrets of the Cabinet? Does the tradesman
expect a child to come into his shop and perceive the intricacies of his
business? Certainly not. And when the child makes many mistakes, at which others
laugh and mock and make some bitter jest till the tear rises in his tender eye,
and rolls down his little cheek, the father feels the affront and pities his
child. He too smiles at the strange things, the freaks of the child's mind; yet
there is not an atom of scorn in that smile: he loves him too much ever to think
of him in that way, and he goes on to teach him more. "Why did you tell your
child that piece of information twenty times?" said one. "Why," said the mother,
"I told him twenty times, because when I had told him nineteen times ho did not
know it: so I went on to twenty times." And that is how God does with us. He has
taught some of us nineteen times, and we do not know it: he will teach us twenty
times, for he pities us. Oh! if he were to do by us as some lads have been
treated at schools-where they dismiss a boy as incorrigible, too dull, too
stupid ever to shine-some of us would have been turned away long ago; but he
takes us, dull scholars as we are, and he tires not of teaching, as he gently
insinuates one truth after another-not too much at a time; for he says, "Ye
cannot bear them now, though I have many things to say unto you" -and so by
degrees he does get a little into us. Blessed be his name for that little! It is
worth all the world. One thing I know, whereas I was blind, now I see. I have
got that drilled into me. To know him, and to know something of the power of his
resurrection, and something of conformity to his death-these are lessons we are
going on to learn with a sweet prospect of being taught yet more and more, and
never a fear of being dismissed because of our dulness, for "Like as a father
pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him." Let us take a
word of admonition from this instance of pity before we go any further. Do not
let us think that we have not the privileges of children because we do not know
as much as more experienced saints, because we cannot engage in the devotion at
prayer-meetings, or conduct a Bible-class, or perhaps can hardly understand the
creed of the church well enough to give a clear account of it. Do not let us
think our heavenly Father does not love us, that he will refrain from keeping
his eye upon us, or cease to watch our growth in grace and in the knowledge of
Christ until he shall have more fully instructed us. Do not let us begin to
condemn those of God's children that do not know as much as we do. We have not
got far yet ourselves. Still, there is a tendency in some to say, "Why, this
cannot be genuine grace, for it is accompanied with such little knowledge."
Well, now, if that suspicion shall lead you to give more instruction, it is
well, but if it shall lead you to set aside the uninstructed one it is ill. In
the church of God it behoves us to have the same pity on the ignorant as our
heavenly Father has shown towards us in our ignorance, and we ought to have even
more, seeing he has no ignorance of his own, and we have much. Let us therefore
be very compassionate and exceedingly pitiful towards those of our brethren who
as yet know but little.

Another thing in which our heavenly Father shows himself pitiful to us is in our
weakness. Children cannot do much, they have but little strength, especially
little children, too young, too helpless to run alone. The mother does not
despise, she rather dotes on the babe whose little body is a burden she has to
carry because it cannot walk. Her heart is not hardened against her infant
because the wee bairn is unable to help itself. Our heavenly Father knows our
weakness. Some of you know something of your own lack of strength; you are bowed
down under a sense of your infirmity to-night. Now, do not let your weakness
lead you into any unbelief or mistrust of God. He knows our frame; he remembers
that we are but dust. An infant's incapacity never excites a parent's ire. Ye,
being evil, know how to be tender with your offspring. How much more shall the
Father of spirits sympathize with such weakness as he knows we are all prone to
experience. Possibly the weakness that distracts you comes from languor of body.
I have been sometimes so sore sick as scarcely to be able to pray, that is to
say, not to express my desires in a consecutive prayer; and I remember one who
said to me, "I appeal to you, as a father, were your child suffering from a
fever, his mind wandering, and his speech delirious, would you reproach him
because he did not address you just as he has been accustomed to do when he was
in health?" I felt I should have rather commiserated his sickness than
complained of his frenzy. Neither will our heavenly Father deviate from the
instincts that he has implanted in the nature of his creatures, and revealed to
us as an illustration of his own emotions toward those that fear him. If you who
have been accustomed to guide your class in their studies cannot find anything
instructive to teach them; or if you are a minister, should it seem to you that
the tide runs out when you looked for your thoughts to flow freely, and that the
words fall frozen when you hoped they would fire volleys from your lips, there
may be some rational solution for your languor. If there is any wrong in your
heart or in your habits, you may well blame yourselves; but if it is pure
weakness-whether it comes from the body or from the mind that you are weary,
disorganized, depressed, and bowed down-do not think of aggravating your
distress by self-reproach, but hear the text say, "Like as a father pitieth his
children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. For he knoweth our frame; he
remembereth that we are dust." Some of our brethren seem to think we are made of
cast iron; they would have all preach all day and all night long. At times they
are so thoughtless us to make use of very bitter language when some servant of
Christ cannot, through physical or mental weakness, do all they want of him.
"So-and-so does it," they say. A man in perfect health and strength may joyfully
accomplish what another man cannot even think of undertaking. So are God's
servants misjudged by the sterner sort; but they are not misjudged by God, for
he pities the weakness of his people, and blames them not. I wish I could speak
a word that would be encouraging to any here that would go about Christ's
service if they could, but cannot. I recollect John Bunyan's little picture of
the man that is sent for the doctor, and he has to go on a horse, and make all
the haste he can: but the horse is a sorry jade, and cannot go very fast. "Oh,"
saith he, "look at the man, how he kicks, how he tugs at the bridle; and his
master knows he would go if the horse would only carry him." Under such
circumstances the messenger could not surely be to blame. So sometimes God sees
the efforts of his servants to work for him. Why, they would drive the church
before them and pull the world behind them, if they could. And if they do not
seem to be able to do it, doth he blame them? Nay, verily, but he pitieth the
weakness of them that fear him.

We will go a step further now. In children there is something much worse than
ignorance and weakness, and that is their childish follies. There are some
persons who have a great affection for children, and find great pleasure in
being with them by the day together. I confess I find a larger portion of
pleasure when they are out of the way. Perhaps it is because I need quiet and
stillness that I am better able to bear with them a little at a time. But there
are persons who seem to take a delight in all their childish pranks and games,
and all their romps and gambols. Well; that is good, and I hope you will have
plenty of it, you that like it. But the father is the one who can bear with his
children when other people cannot. I have occasionally been in houses where I
have felt that I was glad the father could bear with them, for I did not feel
inclined to be very patient with their play myself, however proper I may think
it for young people to be lively. And you know a father and mother will put up
with a thousand little ways in their children that strangers would frown at.
Those dear, kind mothers, with a little tribe about them, they do not seem
wearied and worn out; and if anybody says, "Oh, look what he is doing." "Ah,
well," says the mother, "he is only a boy." "Oh, but see that girl." "Oh, well,
she is so young, she must have her little frolics." There are all sorts of
excuses made on their behalf; and it is right enough that it should be so. It is
not weakness in the child, it is just childishness; and when we were children we
did the same, and others bore with us; and so parents bear with their children.
But oh, how God our Father bears with us! We think we are very wise: it is
highly probable that we are never such fools as when we think we are displaying
our wisdom. We think we are pleasing God sometimes, and in that very act we are
displeasing him, though we know it not. There are sins in our holy things: oh,
how strange must some of the things that we do seem to our great God! We have
got so accustomed to them, we have seen them in others. We have come to put up
with them in others, and others put up with them in us. Now, we who talk
sometimes about our doubts and fears, why, there must be much in them that must
be very depressing to the mind of the great Father. Do we doubt him? Do we
distrust his promises? We try to make out that we do not; but if you sift it
thoroughly it does come to that. Oh, the Father knows that we do not mean it,
that we shrink in a moment from the idea of making him to be a liar; and if
anybody else were to put forward the very doubt which we have been entertaining
we should be horrified with it. And I believe it is a great part of our heavenly
Father's pity that he should thus look on us, and often construe what we do in
such a kind and tender way. You know how Jesus prayed for his murderers
-"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." And the Son is very
like the Father: our Father does the same with us, he forgives us because we
"know not what we do." It was very beautiful of our Lord even with Pilate to
say, "He that delivered me unto thee hath the greater sin." It was the best he
could say for Pilate, that though his sin was great yet there was a greater. And
our Father hath all those kind thoughts ready, we may be sure, for his
children's wild and wayward deeds; Jesus had them ready even for his most fierce
and wicked adversaries. Yes, he pities our follies and bears with us still.
But children have something worse than follies, they have faults to be forgiven.
Now our Father pities the faults of his children, and he shows his pity by this
fact, that he has provided for their cleansing, and he freely gives them the use
of that provision, and readily forgives them their iniquities. A good child,
when it has done wrong, is never satisfied until it gets to the father and says
so, and asks the father's forgiveness. Some fathers, perhaps, think it wise to
withhold the forgiving word for a little time; so may our great Father, but as a
rule is it not wonderful how readily he forgives? He does for a little time,
perhaps, make us smart under the sin for our good, but it is not often: as a
rule, the kiss is on our cheek almost before the confession has left our lips.
Oh, have we not gone to him and we have thought, "He will chasten me for this; I
may expect to be put in the dark, and to be without communion union with him for
ever so many days." But we have just ingenuously opened up our heart, and told
him that we grieved, and asked him to make us even more grieved, that we might
hate the fault, and never fall into it again, and almost at once he has said, "I
have blotted out thy sins like a cloud, and like a thick cloud thine iniquities;
go and sin no more." Do not you think that Peter ought to have been kept out of
the church a good long while after denying his Master with oaths and cursing?
Well, perhaps he would have been if we had been consulted in the matter; but
when Jesus Christ was here on earth, by a kind look or a gentle word he could
set very crooked things straight. So we see Peter in company with John and the
rest of the brethren within two or three days of his committing that serious
trespass. The Lord is very ready to forgive: it is the church that is unmerciful
sometimes, but not the Master: he is ever willing to receive us when we come to
him, and to blot out our transgression. Come along, then, you that have erred
and gone astray, you backsliders that are sensible of sin; you his children that
did walk in the light but a few days ago, and have got into the dark by some sad
slip; yet come along: you are very ready to forgive your children, are you not?
Do you not remember, you that are too old to have them about the house, how
readily in your younger days you caught up your little ones in your arms and
said: "Dear child, do not cry any more, you must not do it again; but father
fully forgives you this time"? Just so does your heavenly Father wait to catch
you up, and to press you to his bosom and say, "I have loved thee with an
everlasting love"; not "with a love that can soon be set aside by your fault."
"I have loved thee with an everlasting love, therefore again I will blot out thy
transgression, and set thy feet on a rock, and strengthen thee to sin no more."
Oh, it is a sweet, sweet thought,-our Father pities us in our faults!

Go a step further. A father's pity tenderly lifts up those that fall. When your
child falls down, as children are very apt to do, especially when they first
begin to walk, do not you pity them? Is there a nasty cut across the knee, and
it cries, the mother takes it up in her arms directly, and she has some sponge
and water to take the grit out of the wound, and she gives a kiss and makes it
well. I know mothers have wondrous healing lips! And sometimes, when God's
servants do really fall, it is very lamentable, it is very sad, and it is well
that they should cry. It were a pity that they should be willing to lie in the
mire; but when they are up again, and begin crying, and the wound bleeds-well,
let them not keep away from God, "For like as a father pities his fallen child,
so the Lord pitieth them that fear him." Have you come in here to-night with
that cut knee of yours? I am sorry you should have fallen; but I am glad that
our blessed Master is willing to receive you still. Come and trust in Him who is
mighty to save, just as you did at first, and begin again to-night. Come along!
Some of us have had many times to begin again. Do you the same. If you are not a
saint you are a sinner, and Jesus Christ came into the world to save sinners.
Put your trust in him, and you shall find restoration, and maybe through that
very fall you shall learn to be more careful, and henceforth you shall walk more
uprightly to his honour and glory.

But how the pity of a father comes out to a child in the matter of pain! With
what exquisite tenderness a child's pains are soothed by a parent! It is very
hard to stand by the bedside and see a dear child suffer. Have not some of you
felt that you would gladly take your children's pains if they might be restored?
You have one dear one at home now, the tear is in your eye as I mention it,-a
life of suffering she has. Well, it may be others of you have children who have
mental troubles; the body is healthy, but the little one has a fret and a worry.
I hope you sometimes have seen your children weeping on account of sin; it is a
blessed grief, and the sooner it comes the better. In such a grief as that, as
indeed in all others, I am quite sure you pity your children. So ever doth your
Father pity you. Broken heart, God's heart is longing to heal you. Weeping,
weeping for thy transgressions, the Father longs to clasp thee to his bosom.
Tried child of God, you that are often despondent and always ailing, God would
not send this to you if there were not a needs-be for it; and in sending it he
shares it as far as this text goes, and it goes blessedly far, for he pities
you. Sometimes hard-hearted persons do not pity those that suffer, and some
forms of suffering do not awaken sympathy; but all the sufferings of God's
people touch the heart of Jesus, and sympathy comes to them at once. I know some
of you say, "I am quite alone in the world, and I have much sorrow." Please
revise that hard saying! You are like your Master, of whom it is written that he
said, "Ye shall leave me alone: yet I am not alone, because the Father is with
me." Your Father is with you. I wish you had some Christian friend to speak with
you as a companion, but in the absence of such a social confidant there is a
friend that sticketh closer than a brother, and there is One above who is a
Father to you. Oh, believe it, there is no poverty, there is no reproach, there
is no sorrow of heart, there is no pain of body in this world among them that
fear God, but what the Lord sees it, and knows all about it, and hath a pity to
them that endure it.

Still passing on, our children have our pity when anybody has wronged them. I
have heard say that there are some men that you might insult, almost with
impunity, and should you even give them a blow they would stop to ask the reason
before showing any resentment; but if you put a hand on their children, you
shall see the father's blood come up into his face, and the most patient man
will, of a sudden, become the most passionate. There was a livid blue mark where
you struck the child, and the father looks as though he could forgive you if
that were on his own body, but on his child,-nay, that he cannot endure: he
turns it over and over, and he cannot resist his indignation, that his child
should be wantonly made to suffer. The wrongs of children call fondly for
redress in the ears of every sensitive man or woman, but they are sure to awake
a thrilling echo in a father's heart. "And shall not God avenge his own elect,
which cry day and night unto him?" I tell you that he will avenge them speedily,
though he bear long with the adversary. That cry of Milton's, when he prayed God
to avenge God's elect among the valleys of Piedmont for all the accursed
persecutions of the church of Rome, was certainly heard and answered. Look at
Spain to this day, degraded among the nations because she was chief in the army
of inquisitors, and crushed out the word of God from her midst. She cannot rise,
the blood of saints is on her. And other nations, too, that have shed the blood
of the righteous like water have had to smart for it. That revolution in France,
when blood flowed at the guillotine, was God's reply to St. Bartholomew, for he
remembered it, and took vengance for his saints; and so he will till the end of
the world shall come. There is no wrong done to his people but it is registered
in God's archives. "He that toucheth you toucheth the apple of mine eye." Christ
seemed to sit still in heaven till he saw the blood of his saints shed, and then
he stood up as in indignation when they stoned Stephen. You remember how he
cries, "Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me?" It was himself that suffered,
though his saints were made to die. Leave, then, your wrongs with God.
"Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord," and let your reply be always
gentleness and kindness towards those who hate you for righteousness' sake.
And now, once more, the father will pity his children so as not only to set
right their wrongs, but to remove his children's dreads. There ale some people
in the world that seem to take delight in frightening children with old bogey
stories so that they hardly dare go out at night, but a kind father, if he finds
his child frightened so, explains it all to him,-he does not like to see him
blanched with fear or haunted with terror. It may be that some here present are
suffering just now because they are sore afraid. Are any of you under a dread of
some boding evil, as though the dark shadow of a calamity you cannot define were
flitting before your eyes? Be sure of this: your heavenly Father pities you.
There are some of our hymns that always speak of death as associated with pains
and groans and agonizing strife. Very much of that is old bogey.

"Imagination's fool and error's wretch,
Man makes a death which nature never made;
Then on the point of his own fancy falls,
And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one."

How many of God's people have we seen die without pains or groans or dying
strife! I do remember one who used to be all her lifetime subject to fear of
death; she retired as usual to bed one night, and when they went to call her in
the morning, there sue lay with a sweet smile upon her face; she had gone to
heaven in her sleep; it was evident she never knew anything at all about it. Are
God's people by their observation of other saints driven to conclude that death
is always the terrible thing the world says it is? I think not. There may be
some whom God puts to bed in the dark, as we sometimes do our children, but
usually he takes the candle with him and sits and talks with his child till he
falls asleep, and wakes up, and there he is among the angels. God kisses the
souls of his saints out of their bodies.

"One gentle sigh the fetter breaks:
We scarce can say, 'they're gone!'
Before the ransomed spirit takes
Her mansion near the throne.!"

Go to your heavenly Father and tell him you are frightened, and he has ways of
taking away these fears, for though they may be ridiculous to some, a child's
dreads are never too frivolous for the sympathy of a loving father, but he meets
them as if there were some great reality in them, and so sets them aside.
Whatsoever then your want, your woe, your grief, hie away to your great Father's
mercy-seat and spread it there, and he will give you comfort; and ever more
believe from this night forward that God does pity all them that fear him, and
whatever he sees of weakness in their nature and of sorrow in their lot he will
help them. So may you find it now and evermore, for Christ's sake. Amen.


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