From a letter by Mrs. Henry Venn, to her husband, who was away when she was stricken with an illness that ultimately brought about her death. It was written in August, 1767:
Remember, my dear, He doeth all things well. I feel it to be so at this present moment. I trust this loving Father will still give us another meeting here below; if not, you know we have often surrendered ourselves and each other to His all-wise disposal; and he cannot but do right. I feel His love to me at this time, though faintly, through the earthly clogs to which my flesh cleaves fast.
Letters of Henry Venn, by John Venn, first published in 1835, republished by the Banner of Truth, 1993, p. 135.