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Be not afraid, saith death, though my countenance be stern, my hand is soft, though my pangs seem grievous, yet the rest I bring is sweet. To others I am death, to you only a sleep, and such a sleep as God gives his Beloved, Psal. 127.2. That which is a Grave to others, is a Bed to you, Isai. 57.2. where your bodies shall lie, as Christ did in his grave, with a guard of Angels, John 20.12. Believers are delivered from the sting, though not from the stroke of death: |
Be not afraid, Says death, though my countenance be stern, my hand is soft, though my pangs seem grievous, yet the rest I bring is sweet. To Others I am death, to you only a sleep, and such a sleep as God gives his beloved, Psalm 127.2. That which is a Grave to Others, is a Bed to you, Isaiah 57.2. where your bodies shall lie, as christ did in his grave, with a guard of Angels, John 20.12. Believers Are Delivered from the sting, though not from the stroke of death: |
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