Affliction is easily borne if we have the smile of Jehovah's countenance. Her friends who sat around her she seems quite to forget. The Master is come. Such is the presence of the Lord Jesus to mourners still. The world's comforters are all physicians of no value.
Miserable comforters are they all.
They have no balm for a wounded spirit. The heart knoweth its own bitterness. In me ye shall have peace. Mourners should rise up quickly, and go to Jesus. The bereaved should spread their sorrows at the feet of Christ.