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											* The cross of Christ is the pledge 
											to us that the deepest suffering may 
											be the condition of the highest 
											blessing; the sign, not of God's 
											displeasure, but of His widest and 
											most compassionate face.
 Arthur Penrhyn Stanley
 
 * Not till I was shut up to prayer 
											and to the study of God's word by 
											the loss of earthly joys — sickness 
											destroying the flavor of them all — 
											did I begin to penetrate the mystery 
											that is learned under the cross. And 
											wondrous as it is, how simple is 
											this mystery! To love Christ, and to 
											know that I love Him — this is all.
 Elizabeth Payson Prentiss
 
 * Suffering is my gain; I bow
 To my Heavenly Father's will,
 And receive it hushed and still;
 Suffering is my worship now.
 Jean Paul,
 
 * Our merciful Father has no 
											pleasure in the sufferings of His 
											children; He chastens them in love; 
											He never inflicts a stroke He could 
											safely spare; He inflicts it to 
											purify as well as to punish, to 
											caution as well as to cure, to 
											improve as well as to chastise.
 Hannah More
   
											
											* In the highest class of God's 
											school of suffering we learn not 
											resignation nor patience, but 
											rejoicing in tribulation.John Heyl Vincent,
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											* Some of His children must go into 
											the furnace to testify that the Son 
											of God is there with them.Elizabeth Payson Prentiss,
 
 * Toil on, O weary, way-worn 
											sufferer! bear up, O crushed and 
											sorrowing heart! thy bed of pain, 
											thy silent heroism, thy patient 
											Christian walk, thy resignation, and 
											thy grief, glow all unconsciously to 
											thee with winning radiance, and fill 
											the world with life's sweetest 
											fragrance — as bruised flowers with 
											perfume do the air.
 Alexander Dickson,
 
 * He knows the bitter, weary way,
 The endless striving day by day,
 The souls that weep, the souls that 
											pray
 He knows!
 
 He knows! Oh thought so full of 
											bliss!
 For though on earth our joy we miss,
 We still can bear it, feeling this,—
 He knows'
 
 He knows; O heart take up thy cross,
 And know earth's treasures are but 
											dross,
 
 And He will prove as gain our loss!
 He knows.
 Marian Longfellow,
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