If but one of us reach that place, will you
deem your labor in vain? God, who rewards even the gift of a cup of
cold water, will never forget what you have done to the least of his
people, and if the least are on the earth, we are they. Now that you
send us forth into the world, remember us, we beg you, whenever you
bring your sacrifice before the Lord.
"Dear teachers, your acts of kindness have been more than the hairs
of our heads; we cannot recount them. We can only ask Him, who alone
is rich, to reward you from his good treasures, for none but He can
meet our obligations to you. Each thought that reverts to the past
demands a tear of gratitude. O blessed seasons, when God sent down
his Holy Spirit, that through your labors these walls of Jerusalem,
so long broken down, might be again rebuilt. It is sweet to think
that in the hand of Christ, you have been the means of the salvation
of our souls, which are to live forever. We believe that your
prayers and tears are in the golden censer before the throne. Now
that we go out from under your wings of love, which cannot reach to
all your scattered flock, we entreat you to ask the Good Shepherd to
lead us in green pastures and beside the still waters, and keep us
under his wings of mercy in our weakness.
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