A few more throbbings of this
aching heart by John Macduff The days of your mourning shall
be ended Isaiah 60 20 Christ's people are a weeping band though
there is much in this lovely world to make them joyous and
happy Yet, when they think of sin, their own sin, and the unblushing
sins of a world in which their God is dishonored, need we wonder
at their tears? Are we surprised that they should
be called mourners, and that their pilgrimage is a valley
of tears? Sickness, bereavement, poverty,
and death, following the track of sin, add to their mourning
experience. And with many of God's best beloved
children, one tear is scarcely dried when another is ready to
flow. Mourners, rejoice! When the reaping
time comes, the weeping time ends. When the white robe and
the golden harp are bestowed, every remnant of the sackcloth
attire is removed. The moment the pilgrim, whose
forehead is here furrowed with woe, bathes it in the crystal
river of life, that moment the pangs of a lifetime of sorrow
are eternally forgotten. Reader, if you are one of these
care-worn ones, take heart, the days of your mourning are numbered. A few more throbbings of this
aching heart, and then sorrow, and sighing, and mourning, will
be for ever past. He will wipe every tear from
their eyes. There will be no more death,
or mourning, or crying, or pain.