She has nothing to fear from the frowns of divine justice.

Sin, death, and hell, are all vanquished through the power of Him who hath made her more than conqueror.

He will himself present her to his Father, as one of the purchased lambs of his flock--as one whom the Spirit of God 'has sealed unto the day of redemption.' "What a change for her!--from that poor tattered chamber to the regions of paradise!--from a bed of straw to the bosom of Abraham!--from poverty, sickness, and pain, to eternal riches, health, and joy!--from the condition of a decayed, weary pilgrim in this valley of tears, to that of a happy traveller safely arrived at home, in the rest that remaineth to the people of God! "I have lost a young disciple, endeared to me by a truly parental tie.
Yet how can I complain of that as lost which God has found?
Her willing and welcome voice no longer seeks or imparts instruction here.

But it is far better employed.

The angels, who rejoiced over her when her soul first turned to God, who watched the progress of her short pilgrimage, and who have now carried her triumphantly to the heavenly hills, have already taught her to join 'In holy song, their own immortal strains.' Why then should I mourn?
The whole prospect, as it concerns her, is filled with joy and immortality: 'Death is swallowed up in victory.'" As I looked upon the dewdrops which rested on the grass and hung from the branches of the trees, I observed that the sun's rays first filled them with beautiful and varied colours; then dried them up, and they were seen no longer.
Thus it was with myself.