O how sweet to be in Christ, and to grow as a tree planted on the banks of the river of life! when such die, they fall in Christ's lap and in his bosom, be the death violent or natural; 'tis all one whether a strong gale and a rough storm shore the child of God on the new Jerusalem's dry
land, or if a small calm blast even with rowing of oars bring the passenger to heaven, if once he be in that goodly land.
from Christ Dying and Drawing Sinners to Himself
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