God is our joy and our triumph.

 The name of Jesus, when we can speak of Him as ours, is balm for every wound, a cordial for every care. It is as ointment poured forth, shedding fragrance through the whole soul. In the hope of a heavenly crown, let us sit loose to earthly possessions and comforts, and cheerfully bear up strength at His feet. Yet a little while, and He that shall come will come, and will not tarry; and where he is, we shall be also.

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