The doctrine of the resurrection is full of joy to the bereaved. It clothes the grave with flowers and wreathes the tomb with unfading laurel. The sepulchre shines with a light brighter than the sun, and death grows fair, as we say, in full assurance of faith.
“I know my brother shall arise again.” Bent from the ignoble shell, the pearl is gone to deck the crown of the “Prince of Peace.” Buried beneath the sod, the seed is preparing to bloom in the King’s garden.—SPURGEON.