The little child that dies in its
mother's arms, and is borne up to the God who gave it, but increases by its
sainted presence there, her joyful anticipations of the eternal reward.
"And when, by father's lonely bed,
You place me in the ground,
And his green turf, with daisies spread,
Has also wrapt me round;
Rejoice to think, to you 'tis given,
To have a ransomed child in heaven!"
And oh, how glorious will be this reward when all the members shall meet
again in heaven, recognize each other there, and unite their harps and
voices in ascriptions of praise to God. There in that better home, where no
separations take place, no trials are endured, no sorrows felt, no tears
shed, they shall enjoy the complete fulfillment of divine promises. Heaven,
with its unfading treasures, with its golden streets, with its crowns of
glory, with its unspeakable joys, with its river of life, and with its
anthems of praise, will be their great recompense of the reward. How the
anticipation of this should stimulate Christian parents to increased
fidelity; oh, what a happy meeting will that be, when husband and wife,
parent and child, brother and sister, after many long years of separation,
shall great each other in that glorious world, and feel that parting grief
shall weep no more!
"Oh! when a mother meets on high,
The child she lost in infancy;
Hath she not then for pains and fears,
The day of woe, the watchful night,
For all her sorrows, all her tears,
An over-payment of delight?"
With these gracious promises of reward sounding in their ears, Christian
parents should never despair; neither should they doubt for a moment the
fidelity of God to all his promises.
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