by Thomas Brooks
Dear friends, you know we must all die in the wilderness of this world, be gathered to our fathers—leave this earth, and be seen no more. Abraham and Sarah must part, Jacob and Rachel must be separated, David and his child must be severed. Our days are numbered, our period of time is appointed, and our bounds we cannot pass. "All flesh is as grass, and the glory thereof as the flower of the field," Psalm 103:15; therefore do not mourn as people "without hope," neither be like Rachel, who would "not be comforted." To that purpose take this counsel.
Table of Contents
The Epistle Dedicatory
A Believer's Last Day, His Best Day