There is no man so happy as the Christian. When he looks up to heaven he thinks:
That is my home; the God that made it, and owns it, is my Father. When he hears God’s thunder above his head he thinks:
That is the voice of my Father.
When death comes he esteems it but as the angel, who admits him to eternal joy. And nothing in earth or hell can make him miserable. There is nothing in the world worth envying but a Christian.