The Coming Night

“Within this frame, by Jesu’s grace,
High gifts and holy held their place;
A noble heart, a mighty mind,
Were here in bonds of clay confined.”

And all this is now gone. The spirit has taken its flight. Northrepps Cottage is without its tenant. The ruins of the body have been left this morning in the ruins of the little church, and many a weeping heart has sent forth its unmistakable evidence of genuine and deep-felt sorrow.
But we may be quite certain that there is a wise unseen purpose in this bereavement. Not a sparrow falls to the ground without the Father’s knowledge, and how much more may we be satisfied that “precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.”