If you are ever so low now remember that
“A few more rolling suns, at most,
Will land thee on fair Canaan’s coast.”
Thy head may be crowned with thorny troubles now, but it shall wear a starry crown directly; thy hand may be filled with cares—it shall grasp a harp soon, a harp full of music.
Thy garments may be soiled with dust now; they shall be white by and by. Wait a little longer. Ah! beloved, how despicable our trials and troubles will seem when we look back upon them! Look at them here in the prospect, they seem immense; but when we get to Heaven, we shall then,
“With transporting joys recount
The labors of our feet.”
Our trials will seem to us nothing at all. We shall talk to one another about them in Heaven, and find all the more to converse about, according as we have suffered more here below. Let us go on, therefore; and if the night be ever so dark, remember there is no night without a morning; and that morning is to come by and by.—SPURGEON
