Death is yours. Christ, my friends, has conquered this our last enemy. He has taken away the victory from the grave, the sting from Death—and the King of Terrors is yours. Yes, my friends, Death is yours. You must, indeed, yield to it—for it is appointed unto all men once to die, but like your Divine Lord, you yield to it only to triumph over it, and it is yours. The time when it is to take place—the circumstances with which it is to be attended—are all fixed for your good, and they are all adjusted with the tenderest regard for your happiness. The death of friends is yours—softening your heart—touching you with a feeling of human sufferings—and opening your sympathies in the ills of humanity—and loosing another tie that binds you to the earth.

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