In your cup there will be the sorrow of unavailing regret. Partial losses may be borne, for while they leave room for hope, human fortitude will rally. There will be also the sorrow of a burdened conscience. Each individual sinner will know that he is condemned by God and by every other being in the universe. Herein is involved the sorrow of being without friends and without sympathy.
Sympathy often blunts the keen edge of sorrow.
The tender relations of the present life seem beautifully arranged to help us bear the bitterness of human sorrow. Each wicked man will have too much of his own to bear to think of you. In this world, though the mind may sink under the keenest sorrow, and go down, down, under its load of bitterest woe, yet even then, a sympathizing tear will bring relief. But no such relief can visit the home of the finally lost. Sorrow is sometimes compared to a consuming fire.