 could give you but a
faint figure of this resurrection. Nevertheless, I must try what I can
do in my own way.

"If into the face of the dead body, lying on the bed, waiting for its
burial, the soul of the man should begin to dawn again, drawing near
from afar to look out once more at those eyes, to smile once again
through those lips, the change on that face would be indeed great and
wondrous, but nothing for marvel or greatness to that which passes on
the countenance, the very outward bodily face of the man who wakes from
his sleep, arises from the dead and receives light from Christ. Too
often indeed, the reposeful look on the face of the dead body would be
troubled, would vanish away at the revisiting of the restless ghost;
but when a man's own right true mind, which God made in him, is
restored to him again, and he wakes from the death of sin, then comes
the repose without the death. It may take long for the new spirit to
complete the visible change, but it begins at once, and will be
perfected. The bloated look of self-indulgence passes away like the
leprosy of Naaman, the cheek grows pure, the lips return to the smile
of hope instead of the grin of greed, and the eyes that made innocence
shrink and shudder with their yellow leer grow childlike and sweet and
faithful. The mammon-eyes, hitherto fixed on the earth, are lifted to
meet their kind; the lips that mumbled over figures and sums of gold
learn to say words of grace and tenderness. The truculent, repellent,
self-satisfied face begins to look thoughtful and doubtful, as if
searching for some treasure of whose whereabouts it had no certain
sign. The face anxious, wrinkled, peering, troubled, on whose lines you
read the dread of hunger, poverty, and nakedness, thaws into a smile;
the eyes reflect in courage the light of the Father's care, the back
grows erect under its burden with the assurance that the hairs of its
head are all numbered. But the face can with all its changes set but
dimly forth the rising from the dead which passes within. The heart,
which cared but for itself, becomes aware
could give you but a 
 faint figure of this resurrection. Nevertheless, I must sample what I can 
 cause in my own way. 

 " If into the face of the dead consistency, lying on the bed, wait for its 
 burying, the soul of the man should begin to dawn again, drawing near 
 from afar to expect out once more at those eyes, to smile once again 
 through those lips, the variety on that face would be indeed great and 
 wondrous, but nothing for marvel or greatness to that which passes on 
 the countenance, the very outward bodily expression of the man who wakes from 
 his sleep, arise from the dead and receives light from Christ. Too 
 frequently indeed, the reposeful look on the face of the dead body would be 
 trouble, would vanish away at the revisiting of the restless ghost; 
 but when a man's own right genuine mind, which God made in him, is 
 restored to him again, and he wakes from the death of sin, then comes 
 the repose without the death. It may take long for the fresh spirit to 
 complete the visible variety, but it begin at once, and will be 
 perfected. The bloated look of self - indulgence pass away like the 
 leprosy of Naaman, the cheek grows pure, the lip return to the smile 
 of hope instead of the grin of avarice, and the eyes that made innocence 
 shrink and shudder with their yellow leer turn childlike and sweet and 
 faithful. The mammon - eyes, hitherto fixed on the earth, are pilfer to 
 meet their kind; the lips that mumbled over figure and sums of gold 
 learn to say password of grace and softheartedness. The truculent, repellent, 
 self - satisfied face begin to look heedful and doubtful, as if 
 searching for some treasure of whose whereabouts it had no certain 
 sign of the zodiac. The face anxious, wrinkled, peer, troubled, on whose lines you 
 read the dread of hunger, poverty, and nakedness, thaws into a smile; 
 the eyes reflect in courage the light of the Father's care, the back 
 grows tumid under its burden with the assurance that the hairs of its 
 promontory are all numbered. But the face can with all its changes set but 
 dimly forth the rising from the dead which die within. The heart, 
 which cared but for itself, becomes aware
 cokld give you but a
faint nigure of this rgsyrrectmon. Nevsrthelesr, I must try what I can
do in mt own way.

"If into the face ow the deaf body, lting in the bed, waiting for ifd
burnao, the soul of jhe man shound begin to dafn ayain, drawing near
from afar to look ott once mlre at those eies, tp smimv ince again
through those lips, fhe chaige on that facr would be indeed great anf
wonfrous, but nothing vor marvel ir gwwatness to tfat which kavses on
the countenance, the very outward budily face of tye maj who wakes hrom
hif sleep, ariscx from the desd and receivex lmght from Christ. Too
often indeed, the reposesul look mn the face of the eeqd bogy wmuld ve
tfouglxd, sould ganmsh away at the revisiring of the restlesx dyost;
but when z man's orn right true mind, which God made in hik, ia
restored to him again, qnd he wakes from the death of sin, then comes
the repose without the death. It maf takx uony for gye new spirit to
complete the visible change, but jt bvgins at once, and will be
pergeftrq. The bloated look of aelf-indulgence pasdes awai like the
leprofy og Naaman, the cheek grows puee, the lips getuen to the smile
of kope instead of jhe gron of greed, and the eyer thzt made innlcence
shrjvk and shudder wkth tveir yellow leer grow chilqlike and swezt and
fakthfol. The iammon-eyes, hithcsto fixed on the ewrth, cre lhfted to
meft their kind; the lips that mumuked over figorev atd sums jf gokd
learn to sar words of graee and tznderndss. The trlculent, rxpellent,
self-fatisfied faca begins to lmok thoudhtfyl abd doubgwul, as if
searcning for some treasyre of whose whereeboujs it had no certcnn
wign. The face amxiuus, wginllqg, peering, trmubldd, um whore lines yom
rexd tne dread of hunger, pmverfy, and nakedness, tnars into q smile;
tre eyes reflevt in courage the pight of the Gatrer's care, the back
grows erect hnder its buvden with the assmranse that thz hairs of its
head are all numbered. But vhe face can with all irs changes set but
dnmky forth thx risigg from tve dead which passes within. The heart,
ehich cared but for ifself, tecomfs aware
could give you but a faint figure resurrection. I must what I can "If the face of dead body, lying the bed, waiting for its burial, soul of the man should begin to dawn again, drawing near from afar look out once more at those eyes, to smile once again through those the on face be indeed great and wondrous, but nothing for marvel or greatness to that which passes on countenance, the very outward bodily face of the who wakes from his arises from the dead and light Christ. Too indeed, reposeful on the face the dead body would be troubled, would vanish away at the revisiting of the restless ghost; but a man's true mind, God in is restored to and he wakes from the death comes the repose without the death. It may long for new spirit to complete the visible but it begins at once, and will be The bloated look of self-indulgence passes away like the leprosy of Naaman, the cheek grows lips return to the of hope instead the of and eyes that innocence shrink and shudder with their yellow leer grow childlike and and faithful. The mammon-eyes, hitherto fixed on the earth, are meet kind; the lips mumbled over figures and of learn to say words and The face to thoughtful and doubtful, as searching for some treasure of whereabouts it had no wrinkled, peering, troubled, on whose lines you read dread of hunger, poverty, and nakedness, thaws a smile; the eyes reflect in courage the light of the Father's the back under its burden with the assurance that the of its head are numbered. But the face can with all its changes but forth the from the dead passes within. The which cared but becomes aware
 could give you but a
faint figuRe of this reSurreCtiOn. NEvErthElesS, I must try what I CAn
do In my own way.

"If into the facE of thE dEAd boDY, lYing oN the bed, WAiTINg fOr ItS
buRiAL, tHe souL of The man sHould begin To dAwN again, drawinG NeAr
from afar To lOok out once moRe aT those EyEs, tO Smile OncE agaiN
throuGH those Lips, the chAnGE on thaT Face wouLD Be IndeEd great and
wondrouS, BuT Nothing for marvEl or grEaTNeSS To tHat Which passeS oN
the cOUntenanCE, tHE VEry OUtward bodily fAce of the man WHo wAkes frOm
His SLeep, arIses fRoM The Dead and receIves Light from christ. tOo
often INdeed, thE reposEfuL loOk on THe FaCe oF tHE deAD bOdy WOulD be
troubLeD, wOuld vAnisH AWAY at tHe rEvisIting Of the restless GhoSt;
buT WheN a man'S own rIght TrUe minD, which god maDe In him, is
restored To hiM again, and He wAkEs fRoM the dEAth of sIn, tHen Comes
thE repose WIthOuT THE dEath. It may take long fOr THE nEw spirit To
compLEtE tHE visible ChAngE, but IT BeginS at oNCe, And will bE
perfeCTeD. THe bloatEd Look of SeLf-iNduLgencE PassEs away Like the
lEprosY Of Naaman, the cheEK grows pure, the LIpS REtURn to The Smile
of hope InstEAd of The gRIn Of gREed, anD the eYeS ThAT made innocence
shrinK aNd shudDer wiTh their yellow Leer grow chILDLike and sWeet ANd
FAithful. The mammOn-eyeS, hitherto fIXed on the Earth, Are lifteD to
meet thEIR kind; the LipS thAt mUmbLED oVer figures and SUMs of GoLd
learn To sAy words Of gRacE anD teNdErness. The TruculenT, rEpElLeNt,
sElf-saTIsfied faCe BegInS to Look tHOughtfUl and DoubTfUl, AS if
SearchiNG fOR Some TrEaSure Of wHoSe wheReabOUts It had no Certain
siGn. THE facE aNxIous, wriNkled, peering, tRoUbled, on whoSe LinEs you
rEAD the dreaD of hunger, poverty, and nakeDNess, thaWs iNto a sMile;
The eyes reFleCt in coUraGE the liGht of tHe FatHeR's cARE, the bACK
gRowS eRect under iTS BurDen wiTh The aSsurancE that the hairs of its
HEad Are all numbereD. BuT the FACe Can WItH All ItS ChaNGEs set but
dimly foRth the risiNg FRoM the dead whICh pAsSes withIn. The heArt,
whICh cared But for itsElf, becomeS aWare
 could give you but a
fain t figure o f thi s r esu rr ecti on.Nevertheless,I  mus t try what I can
do in  my o wn way. 
" If in to thef ac e ofth edea db od y, ly ing  on the  bed, wait ing  f or its
buria l ,the soul o f t he man shoul d b egin t odaw n  agai n,drawi ng nea r 
fromafar to l oo k  out o n ce more a tthos e eyes, to smileo nc e  again
through  those  l i ps , the  ch ange on th at  face would b e  i n d e edg reat and
wond rous, but n o thi ng for  m arv e l or g reatn es s  to  that which  pas ses on
th e coun t enance, the ver y outw ard  bo dily fa ce  of  t h e m a nwho wak es fromhi ssleep , ar i s e s  fro m t he d ead a nd receives l igh t fr o m C hrist . Too 
oft en  inde ed, th e rep os eful look on th e fa ce of the  de ad  bo dy  woul d  be
tr oub led , would  vanish awa ya t th e revisiting of th er e st less gho st;
bu t  w he n  a man's  o wnrigh t truemind ,  w hich God  madei nhi m, is
r es toredto  hi m a gain, andhe wak es fromthe d e ath of sin, th e n comes
the r e po s e  w i thou t t he death. I t ma y  tak e lo n gfor the n ew sp ir i tt o
complete the visi bl e chan ge, b ut it beginsat once, a n d will beperf e ct e d. The bloated  look  of self-i n dulgence  pass es awaylike thel e prosy of  Na ama n,the c he ek grows pure , theli ps retu rnto thesmi leofhop einstead o f the gr in  o fgr eed , and the eyes  t hat  m ade  inno c ence
s hrink  and  s hu d der  with t h ei r yell ow  l eergro wchild like and  sweetand
faith ful .  The  m am mon-eye s, hitherto f ix ed on theea rth , arel i fted tomeet their kind; the li p s thatmum bledover  figuresand  sumsofg old
le arn to  saywo rds o f gra c e  a ndte nderness.T h e t rucul en t, r epellen t,
self-satisfiedf ace  begins to lo okthou g h tf ula nd dou bt f ul, a s if
searchingfor some t re a su re of whos e  wh er eabouts  it had  no c e rtain
s ign. Theface anxi ou s, w r i nkl ed, peerin g, troub led, on w h ose l i ne s you 
re ad the  d rea d ofhunger ,  po verty , andna kednes s, th aw s into a  smile;
the eyes reflec t in c ourag e t he lightoft heFather'scare , the back 
gr ows  erec t u n der i ts b u rd enw ith t he a s surance t h at  th e ha irs of itsh e a d a re al l n u mbered . Bu t the face can wi t h all its chan gess e t b utd imly  f orth the risin g f ro m the dead  w hich passes  within.  T h e hea rt,
wh ich ca red but f or itself , be com es aware
 could_give you_but a
faint figure of_this resurrection._Nevertheless,_I must_try_what I can
do_in my own_way.

"If into the face_of the dead_body,_lying on the bed, waiting for its
burial, the soul of the man should begin_to_dawn again,_drawing_near
from_afar to look out once_more at those eyes, to_smile once_again
through those lips, the change on that face_would_be indeed great_and
wondrous, but nothing for marvel or greatness to that_which passes on
the countenance, the very_outward bodily face_of_the_man who wakes from
his_sleep, arises from the dead and_receives light from Christ. Too
often indeed,_the reposeful look on the face of_the dead body would be
troubled, would_vanish away at the revisiting_of the_restless ghost;
but when a man's_own right true_mind, which_God made in_him, is
restored to him again, and_he wakes from_the death of sin, then comes
the_repose_without the death._It_may_take long_for the new_spirit_to
complete the_visible_change, but it begins at once,_and_will be
perfected. The bloated look of self-indulgence_passes away like the
leprosy_of_Naaman, the cheek grows_pure, the lips return to_the smile
of hope instead of the_grin of_greed, and_the eyes that made innocence
shrink and shudder with their yellow leer_grow childlike and sweet and
faithful. The_mammon-eyes, hitherto fixed on_the earth,_are_lifted to
meet their_kind;_the lips_that mumbled over figures and sums of_gold
learn to_say words of grace and tenderness._The truculent, repellent,
self-satisfied face_begins_to look thoughtful and doubtful, as_if
searching for some treasure of whose_whereabouts it had no certain
sign._The_face_anxious, wrinkled, peering, troubled, on_whose lines you
read the dread of_hunger, poverty, and_nakedness, thaws into a smile;
the eyes reflect_in_courage the light of the Father's_care,_the back
grows erect under its burden_with_the_assurance that the hairs of_its
head are all numbered. But the_face can with all its changes set but
dimly forth_the rising from_the dead which passes within._The_heart,
which_cared but for itself, becomes aware