Chapter XII. That no toil is worthy to be compared with the promised bliss.

Chapter XII.

That no toil is worthy to be compared with the promised bliss.

For all the long years of this present life disappear when you have regard to the eternity of the future glory: and all our sorrows vanish away in the contemplation of that vast bliss, and like smoke melt away, and come to nothing, and like ashes are no more seen.