Sermon 274. Paul's Desire to Depart
Delivered on Sabbath Morning, September 11th, 1859, by the
REV. C.H. SPURGEON
at the Music Hall, Royal Surrey Gardens.
"Having a desire to depart and to be with Christ, which is far better."-Philippians 1:23.
WE KNOW THAT DEATH is not the end of our being. By a confident faith we are persuaded that better things await us in anotherstate. We are speeding onwards through our brief life like an arrow shot from a bow, and we feel that we shall not drop downat the end of our flight into the dreariness of annihilation, but we shall find a heavenly target far across the flood ofdeath. The force which impels us onwards is too mighty to be restrained by death. We have that within uswhich is not to be accounted for, if there be not a world to come, and especially, as believers, we have hopes, and desires,and aspirations, which cannot be fulfilled, and which must have been given us purposely to make us miserable, and to tantalizeus, if there be not a state in which every one of these shall be satisfied and filled to the brim with Joy. We know, too,that the world into which we shall soon be ushered is one which shall never pass away. We have learned full well byexperience that all things here are but for a season. They are things which shall be shaken, and, therefore, will notremain in the day when God shall shake both heaven and earth. But equally certain are we that the inheritance which awaitsus in the world to come is eternal and unfailing, that the cycles of ages shall never move it; that the onflowing of eternityitself shall not diminish its duration. We know that the world to which we go is not to be measured by leagues, nor is thelifethereof to be calculated by centuries. Well does it become every one of us, then, professing the Christian name, to bequestioning ourselves as to the view which we take of the world to come. lt may be there are some of you now present who callyourselves believers, who look into a future state with shuddering and awe. Possibly there may be but few here who have attainedto the position of the apostle, when he could say, that he had a desire to depart and to be with Christ. I take it that ourview of our own death is one of the readiest tokens by which we may judge of our own spiritual condition. When men feardeath it is not certain that they are wicked, but it is quite certain that if they have faith it is in a very weak and sicklycondition. When men desire death we may not rest assured that they are therefore righteous, for they may desire it for wrongreasons; but if for right reasons they are panting to enter into another state, we may gather from this, not only that theirminds are right with God, but that their faith is sanctified and that their love is fervent.
I hope that the service of this morning may have the effect of leading every one of us to self-examination. I shall endeavorwhile preaching to search myself, and I pray that each one of you may be led to hear for himself, and I beseech you to puthome each pertinent and personal question to your own souls, while in a quiet, but I hope in a forcible manner, I shall endeavorto describe the apostle's feelings in prospect of departure.
Three things I shall observe this morning. First of all, the apostle's description of death; secondly, his desire for it, and thirdly, the reasons which justified such a desire.
I. THE APOSTLE'S DESCRIPTION OF DEATH. We are to understand this of course as being a description not of the death of thewicked, but of the death of the righteous. And you will remark the apostle does not call it an arrest. In the death of the wicked, the sheriff's officer of justice doth lay his clay-cold hand upon the man's shoulder, and heis his prisoner for ever. The sergeant-at-arms in the name of the justice which has been incensed, puts the fetters abouthis wrists, and conducts him to the prison-house of despair and everlasting torment. In the Christian's case, however,there is no such thing as an arrest, for there is no one that can arrest him. We sometimes talk of death arresting the believerin the midst of his career, but we misuse terms. Who shall arrest a man against whom there is neither conviction nor accusation?Who is he that condemneth the man for whom Christ has died? Nay, further, who shall so much as lay anything to the chargeof God's elect? How then can the Christian be arrested? It is no such thing; it is an arrest of the ungodly, but not ofthe believer.
Nor does Paul speak of the believer's death as being a sudden plunge. This is a proper description of the death of the ungodly. He stands upon the brink of a precipice, and beneath him thereis a yawning and bottomless gulf. Through thick darkness he must descend, and into it his unwilling spirit must take a desperateleap. Not so the believer. His is no leap downwards: it is a climbing upwards. He has his foot upon the first round of theladder, and joyful is thehour when his Master saith unto him, "Come up higher; ascend to another guest-chamber, and here feast upon richer daintiesthan those I have given thee below." Aye! 'tis no leap in the dark. 'Tis no plunge into a cold sea; 'tis simply a departure.
Let me describe what I think the apostle means by the figure of a departure. Many deaths are preceded by a long season of sickness, and then I think we might picture them by the departure of a shipfrom its moorings. There lies the ship in its haven. there is a friend of yours about to journey away to some distant clime.You will never see his face again in the flesh. He is going to emigrate; he will find a home in another and he hopes a happierland. You stand uponthe shore; you have given him the last embrace. The mother has given to her son the last kiss, the friend has shaken himby the hand for the last time, and now the signal is given; the anchor is taken up; the rope which held the ship to the shoreis loosed, and lo, the ship is moving and she floats outward towards the sea. You look, you still wave your hand as you seethe ship departing. Your friend stands on some prominent spot on the deck, and there he waves his handkerchief to the last.Butthe most sharpsighted of friends in such scenes must lose sight of one another. The ship floats on; you just now catcha sight of the sails, but with the strongest telescope you cannot discover your friend. He is gone: it is his departure. Weepas you may, you cannot bring him back again. Your sorrowful tears may mingle with the flood that has carried him away, butthey cannot entice a single wave to restore him to you. Now even so is the death of many a believer. His ship is quietly mooredinits haven. He is calmly lying upon his bed. You visit him in his chamber. Without perturbation of spirit be bids you farewell.His grip is just as hearty as he shakes your hand, as ever it was in the best hour of his health. His voice is still firm,and his eye is still bright. He tells you he is going to another and a better land. You say to him, "Shall I sing to you"-
"Begone unbelief, my Saviour is near?"
"Oh! no" says he, "sing me no such a hymn as that; sing me-
"Jerusalem my happy home,
Name ever dear to me,
When shall my labors have an end
In joy, and peace, and thee."
He bide you a last farewell. You see him for a little season even after that, although he is too far gone again to addressyou. It may be a partial insensibility seizes hold of him; he is like a ship that is just going out of sight; you look athis lips, and as you bow down your ear, you can catch some faint syllables of praise. He is talking to himself of that preciousJesus who is still his joy and hope. You watch him till the last heaving breath has left the body, andyou retire with the sweet reflection that his Spirit on a glassy sea has floated joyously to its post. Thus the believer'sdeath is a departure. There is no sinking in the wave; there is no destruction of the vessel: it is a departure. He has gone;he has sailed over a calm and quiet sea, and he is gone to a better land.
At other times deaths are more sudden, and are not heralded by protracted sickness. The man is in health, and he is suddenlysnatched away, and the place which knew him once knows him no more for ever. I am about to use a figure which will seem toyou extremely homely, and certainly could not be classical. I remember to have been once a spectator in a sorrowful scene.A company of villagers, the younger branches of a family, were about to emigrate to another land. The agedmother who had not for some years left her cottage and her fireside, came to the railway station from which they muststart on their departure. I stood among the sorrowful group as a friend and minister I think I see the many embraces whichthe fond mother gave to her son and daughter, and the little ones, her grand-children. I see them even now folding their armsabout her a aged neck, and then bidding farewell to all the friends in the village who had come to bid them adieu. And wellIremember her, who was about to lose the props of her household. A shrill sound is heard, as if it were the messenger ofdeath, it sends a pang through all hearts. In great haste at the small village station the passengers are hurried to theirseats They thrust their heads out of the carriage window. The aged parent stands on the very edge of the platform that shemay take the last look. There is a sound from the engine, and away goes the train. I remember well the instant when that poorwomanleaning on her staff sprang up from the chair with which she had been accommodated, and jumping from the platform, rushedalone the railway with all her might, crying, "My children! My children! My children! They are gone and I shall never seethem again." The figure may not be classical, but nevertheless I have been reminded of it by many a death. When I have seenthe godly suddenly snatched away-no time to watch them-they are gone, swift as the wind itself could bear them, as if thehastywaves of the sea had buried them out of sight. It is our affliction and our trouble, but we must stand behind and weep,for they are gone beyond recall. Notwithstanding, there is something pleasant in the picture. It is but a departure; theyare not destroyed; they are not blown to atoms, they are not taken away to prison. 'Tis but a departure from one place toanother. They still live; they still are blessed. While we weep they are rejoicing. While we mourn they are singing psalmsof praise.Remember this my brethren in the apparel of mourning, and, if you hare lost friends of late, this may tend to consoleyour spirits. Death to a believer is but a departure, yet what a departure it is! Can you and I think calmly of it? The timemust come when I must depart from wife and children, and from house and home, when I must depart from everything that is dearto me on earth. The time is coming to thee, oh rich Christian, when thou must depart from all the comforts of thine estate,fromall the luxuries of thine household, from all the enjoyments which thy rank confers upon thee. And oh, poor Christian,lover of thy home, the time is coming when thou must depart from thy cot, homely though it be, still dear unto thee; thoumust leave the place of thy toil, and the sanctuary of thy rest. We must mount as on eagle's wings far from this world. Wemust bid adieu to its green fields as well as its dreary streets. We must say farewell to its blue skies and to its duskyclouds;farewell to foe and friend: farewell to all we have, alike to trial and to joy. But blessed be God it is not the lastlook of a criminal condemned to die, it is the farewell of one who departs to another and a happier land.
The apostle's description of death, however, is not finished. He has here only pictured that which is visible. We now cometo notice his description of the invisible part of death-
"In vain the fancy strives to paint
The moment after death;
The glories which surround the saint
When yielding up his breath.
This much-and this is all we know,
They are supremely blest;
Have done with sin, and care, and woe,
And with their Saviour rest."
This is precisely the apostle's description of the state of the believer after death. They depart; yes, but whither? To bewith Christ. Just observe how quickly these scenes follow each other. The sail is spread; the soul is launched upon the deep.How long will be its voyage? How many wearying winds must beat upon the sail ere it shall be reefed in the port of peace?How often shall that soul be tossed upon the waves before it comes to the sea that knows no storm. Oh tellit, tell it everywhere; yon ship that has just departed is already at its haven. It did but spread its sail and it wasthere. Like the old ship on the lake of Galilee, there was a storm that tossed it, but Jesus said, "Peace, be still," andimmediately it came to land. Yes, think not that there is a long period between the instant of death and the eternity of glory.There is not so much as space for the intervening of a lightning's flash. One gentle sigh, the fetter breaks, we scarce cansay itis gone before the ransomed spirit takes its mansion near the throne. We depart, we are with Christ; more quickly thanI can say the words, swifter than speech can express them they become true. They depart, nod they are with Christ; the selfsameinstant they have closed their eyes on earth they have opened them in heaven. And what is this invisible part of death? "To be with Christ." Who can comprehend this but the Christian? It is a heaven which the worldling cares not for, if he couldhave it, be would not pawn his meanest lust to gain it. To be with Christ is to him a thing of nought, as gold and silverare of no more value to little children than the pieces of platter with which they will amuse themselves. So heaven and beingwith Christ is of no value to the childish sons of earthly mirth. They know not what a mass of glory is crowded into thatone sentence. "To be with Christ." To the believer who understands it, it means, first, vision. "Thine eyes shall seehim." I have heard of him, and though I have not seen his face, unceasingly I have adored him. But I shall see him. Yes, we shall actually gaze upon the exalted Redeemer. Realize the thought. Is there not a young heaven within it? Thoushalt see the hand that was nailed for thee; thou shalt kiss the very lips that said, "I thirst;" thou shalt see the thorn-crownedhead, and bow with all the blood-washed throng, thou, the chief of sinners, shalt adore him who washed thee in hisblood; when thou shalt have a vision of his glory. Faith is precious but what must sight be? To view Jesus as the Lambof God through the glass of faith makes the soul rejoice with joy unspeakable; but oh! to see him face to face, to look intothose dear eyes; to be embraced by those divine arms rapture begins at the very mention of it! While I speak of him, my soulis like the chariots of Aminadab, and I desire to depart and to be with him. But what must the vision be when the veil istakenfrom his face, and the dimness from our eyes, and when we shall talk with him even as a man talketh with his friend. Butit is not only vision, it is communion. We shall walk with him, he shall walk with us, he shall speak to us, and we shall speak to him. All that the spouse desiredin Solomon's Song, we shall have, and ten thousand times more. Then will the prayer be fulfilled "Let him kiss me with thekisses of his lips, for his love is better than wine." Then we shall be able to say"His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me." Then will he tell us his love; then will rehearsethe ancient story of the ever-lasting covenant, of his election of us by his own true love, of his bethrothal of us throughhis boundless affection, of his purchase of us by his rich compassion, of his preservation of us by his omnipotence, and ofhis bringing us safe at last to glory as the result of his promise and his blood. And then will we tell to him our love, thenintohis ear will we pour out the song of gratitude, a song such as we have never sung on earth, unmixed and pure, full ofserenity and joy, no groans to mar its melody; a song rapt and seraphic, like the flaming sonnets which flash from burningtongues above. Happy, happy, happy day, when vision and communion shall be ours in fullness!" To be with Christ which is farbetter."
Nor is this all, it means fruition of Christ. Here we look and long to taste or if we taste it is but a sip, and we long to drink to the full. Here we are like Israel in the wilderness, who had but one cluster from Eschol, there we shall be in the vineyard. Here do we have the manna falling small, like coriander seed, but there shall we eat the breadof heaven and the old corn of the kingdom. We have sometimes on earth, lusts, ungratified desires, thatlack satisfaction, but there the lust shall be slain and the desire shall be satiated. There shall be nothing we can want;every power shall find the sweetest employment in that eternal world of joy. There will be a full and lasting fruition ofChrist, and last of all upon this point there shall be a sharing with Christ in his glory, and that for ever. "We shall seehim," yes, and let us have the next sentence, and "shall be like him when we shall see him as he is." Oh Christian, antedateheaven for a few years. Within a very little time thou shalt be rid of all thy trials and thy troubles; thine aching headshall be girt with a crown of glory, thy poor panting heart shall find its rest and shall be satisfied with fullness as itbeats upon the breast of Christ. Thy hands that now toil shall know no harder labor than harp-strings can afford. Thine eyesnow suffused with tears shall weep no longer. Thou shalt gaze in ineffable rapture upon the splendor of him who sits uponthethrone. Nay more, upon his throne shalt thou sit. He is King of kings, but thou shalt reign with him. He is a priest afterthe order of Melchisedec, but thou shalt be a priest with him. Oh rejoice! The triumph of his glory thou be shared by thee;his crown, his joy, his paradise, these shall be thine, and thou shalt be co-heir with him who is the heir of all things.Doth not this very description of the unseen part of death stir up in the heart of the believer a longing "to depart and tobewith Christ which is far better."
II. I have thus, as well as I was able, spoken upon the first part. And now my friends, let us consider THE APOSTLE'S DESIRE.How differently do men regard death. We have seen men shriek at the prospect of it. I have seen the man driven to madnesswhen the skeleton king has stared him in the face. Pacing up and down his chamber he has declared with many a curse and imprecationthat he would not and could not die-shrieking so that you could scarcely bear his company. Hehas looked forward to death as the concentration of all despair and agony, and he has vainly striven, with all his might,not to die. When he felt at last that death was stronger than he, and that he must get a desperate fall in the struggle, thenhas he began to shriek and to cry in such a strain that scarce demons themselves could excel the despair concentrated in eachshriek. Others have we seen who have met death somewhat more calmly. Biting their lips, and setting fast their teeth, theyhave endeavored to keep up appearances, even in the last moment, but they have endured the inward suffering, betrayedto us most plainly by the staring eye, and the awful look. Others, too, we have seen, who, callous through sin, totally desertedby God's Spirit and given up to a seared conscience have gone to their death with idiot resignation. They have even playedthe madman yet more fully, and have tried to brag and bully even in the jaws of hell. Many Christians, have we met-truebelievers-who can go so far as to say they were willing to die. Please God, whenever the solemn hour should come, theywere prepared to go up to their chamber and stretch themselves upon their bed, and say, "Lord, now lettest thou thy servantdepart in peace." But the apostle had gone further than they. He said he had a desire to depart, and the desire was a strongone. The Greek word has much force in it. He panteth, he longeth to be gone. I might paraphrase it by one of the verses ofan oldhymn-
"To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone."
He desired not to get away from earth for he loved to serve his Master, but he desired to be with Christ, which he declaredto be far better. I ask you if you were in Paul's condition would not such a desire contain the very fullness of wisdom. Thereis a ship at sea, Fully laden. It has a precious cargo of gold on board. Happy is the kingdom that shall receive the wealthwhich is contained within its hold. Would you not if you were a possessor of such a vessel long to besafe in port. The empty ship needs scarcely fear the water for what hath she to lose. If it casts its ballast into thesea, what is it the poorer? But when the ship is full of treasure well may the captain long to see it safely moored. Now Paulwas full of faith and love. He could say, "I have finished my course, I have kept the faith." And what wonder therefore thathe was longing to be safely anchored at home. So the soldier, who in the midst of battle has smitten down foe after foe, knowsthat a high reward awaits him. He has charged upon the enemy, and driven them back in many a desperate struggle. He hasalready been victor. Do you wonder he wishes the fight now were over, that his laurels may be safe? If he had played the cowardhe might long that the campaign should be protracted, that he might redeem his disgrace. But having so far fought with honorhe may well desire that the garment rolled in blood, may be rolled up for ever. Ay! and so was it with the apostle. He hadfought a good fight, and knew that the crown was laid up for him in heaven, and he anticipated the triumph which Christwould give him, and what marvel that panting and longing, he said, "I have a desire to depart and to be with Christ whichis far better?" Upon this point I am constrained to be brief, because the next division involves the whole matter, and uponthis, I would be somewhat longer. And may God grant that what I shall say upon it may be impressive.
III. PAUL'S REASONS FOR LONGING TO DEPART. There have been-it is the part of candour to admit it-there have been other menbesides Christians who have longed to die. There is the suicide who, mad, from life's history hangs to be hurled, even thoughhell receive him. Tired of all life's troubles he thinks he sees a way to escape from his toil and from his sorrow throughthe grim gate of death. He stains his hand with his own blood, and red with his own gore appearsbefore his Maker. Ah fool, to leap from one evil to a myriad! Ah madman, to plunge from little streams of woe into an unfathomable gulf of agony! There can be no moreabsurd, revolting, and insensible act, than for a man to take away his life. Setting aside the horrors of crime that surroundit, how foolish is the attempt to escape by rushing into the very midst of danger! The ostrich who buries het head in thesand, and when she cannot see the hunter thinks the hunter cannot see her, issensible and wise compared with such a man, who rushing into the very thick of the battle hopes in this way to escapefrom his enemy. How can it be thou foolish man? Is the stream too deep for thee already, and instead of seeking to find ashore by faith in God dost thou seek the center of the stream that thou mayest get a firmer footing there? Oh foolish generationand unwise, "Put up thy sword into thy scabbard and do thyself no harm," for harm thou wilt do if thou rush into a greaterevil toescape the less.
There have been other men, who with a so called philosophic spirit, have desired to die. Some men are sick altogether of mankind.They have met with so many ungrateful and deceitful wretches that they say, "Let me get rid of them all.
'Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Where rumor of oppression never more
May reach mine ear.'"
And they have thought to find this lodge in the wilderness of death; and so they long for the wings of a dove to flee awayfrom the degenerate race of men. Not so this apostle. He was no such coward as to fly from evils; he sought to better them.The apostle loved his race; he was no man-hater. He could say that he loved them all, and thus he had prayed for them all,and had carried them in the bowels of Christ continually to the throne of mercy. Others, too, have thoughtby getting out of the world they should get rid of their disappointments. They have struggled very hard to get rich, orthey have striven for fame, and they have not succeeded, in their ambitious designs, and then they have said, "Let me die."Now the apostle was never disappointed in seeking wealth for he never cared for it. He had no desires whatever beyond foodard raiment. He wished for nothing more, and as for rank that he utterly despised. He did tread beneath his feet as the mireof thestreets all the honors that man could give him. Nor was the apostle in any sense a disappointed man. He had sought tospread his Master's fame and he had done it. He had a standard to plant and right well had he planted it. He had a gospelto preach and he did preach it everywhere with all his might. He was a singularly happy man, and therefore he had no suchcowardly reasons for desiring to depart.
Others, too, have said that they wished to depart because of their great suffering. Now the apostle thought of no such dastardflight. He was ready for all weathers. He had been beaten with rods; he had been stoned; he had been shipwrecked; but he couldsay, "None of these things move me, neither count I my life dear unto me." He did not wish to escape from persecution. Herejoiced therein. He had often sung a hymn in prison, besides that hymn which he had sung with Silasfor his companion. He had often shouted in the prospect of the block or the flames. Nor did he wish to die because ofold age, for he was not an aged man when he wrote this epistle. He was just then, I suppose, in full vigorous health, andthough in prison I do think that an angel might have ransacked the whole world before he could have found a happier man thanthe apostle Paul, for a man's happiness consisteth not in the wealth which he possesses. In the bare dungeons of Rome, Paul,the tentmaker, had a glory about him which Nero never had in all his palaces; and there was a happiness there to which Solomonin all his glory never had attained. So then, the desire of Paul to depart is for these reasons far superior to the desireof the mere philosopher, or of the disappointed worldling.
What then made Paul wish to depart? I shall put it thus-the same reasons prompt the desires of every true believer; but theycan have no power whatever with many here, who have no desire to depart, because for you to die would be not happiness andbliss, but an eternal weight of misery.
First, the apostle felt a desire to depart because he knew that in departing and being with Christ he should be clean ridof sin. Paul hated sin; every true believer does the same. There have been times with us brethren and sisters when we couldsay, "Oh, wretched man that I am, who shall deliver me from the body of this death?" Sin has been our plague. Like righteousLot in Sodom, the sins of others have vexed us; but, alas! we have had to bear a Sodom in our own hearts,which has vexed us still more. As to the trials and troubles of this world, they are nothing at all to the believer, comparedwith the annoyance of sin. Could he get rid of his unbelief, of his murmuring disposition, of his hasty temper-could he getrid of the various temptations of Satan, could he be clean, and pure, and perfect, he would be thoroughly satisfied. And thismade the apostle long to depart. "Oh," saith he to himself, one baptism in the stream of death and I am perfect-but topass the chill and dreary stream and I shall stand without spot or wrinkle, or any such thing, before the throne of God."The dog of hell shall follow us to the very edge of Jordan, but he cannot swim that stream. The arrows of temptation willbe shot at us as long as we are here, but on the other side of Jordan these darts can never wound us more. Rejoice, then,believer, in the prospect of death, because in dying thou art once for all clean rid of sin. When I lay down this body I havelaiddown every infirmity, and every lust, and every temptation, and when clothed upon with that house which is from heaven,I have girt about my loins perfection and unsullied purity. But oh! ye that believe not in Christ, ye do not desire to diefor such a reason as this. For you there is no such a prospect. For you to die will be but to plunge deeper into sin. Yousin now, and when you die your spirit will descend to hell, where, in the midst of fit companions, whose guilt is ripened,you shallspend an eternity in oaths, and curses, and blasphemies. O sinner! to-day you sow your sins in the furrows, and when youdie you shall reap the harvest. To-day you break the clods, to-day you work in the husbandry of iniquity, then there shallbe a shouting of an awful harvest home. When pressed down with the sheaves of your sins, divine justice shall bring forththe harvest of misery and torment to you. You have reason enough to long to live, because for you to die is to reap the rewardofyour iniquities.
Again, Paul longed to die for another reason, because he knew that as soon as he should depart he could meet his brethrenin faith who had gone before. This desire also prompts you and me. I long to see, though it is but a few hours since we havelost their society, those two sisters, and the dear brother who during this week have departed in Christ. Worshipping amongus but a few days ago, it seems a strange thing to talk of them as being in heaven. But there they are,far from the reach of mortal, vision. At our departure we shall see them. It was our happiness to see them not long beforetheir departure, and to mark it down as one of the notabilia of our life, that these three, all of them alike died in quietpeace singing themselves into heaven, never staying their song, so long as memory and breath held out. We shall see them.But we have others we are longing for. Some of you may remember the departed wife, scarce cold within her grave. Many of youlookback to dear little ones taken away in their infancy, carried off to their father's God. Many of you remember aged parents;those that taught you in the way of God; the mother from whose lips you learned the first verse of Scripture, and the fatherupon whose arms you were carried for the first time up to the house of God. They are gone; but the joyous reflection remainsthat we are going in the same direction, and that we shall meet them soon. Some of us can look back through generations andtrace our pedigree through the saints, and we are longing for the time when the whole band of us, those who have gonein olden time, and those who remain may sing together that new song of praise to our common God. Beloved, we have high joysin prospect: we shall soon join the general assembly and church of the first-born, whose names are written in heaven. Ourcompanions now are but poor and despised, but we shall soon be brethren with princes. Moses who was king in Jeshuron, andDavid whoruled over Israel, shall not be ashamed to call us brethren, for the Highest himself shall acknowledge us, and he thaton the throne doth sit shall lead us unto living fountains of waters, and in his gracious fellowship shall wipe away all tearsfrom off our faces. I think that the company of apostles, and prophets, and holy martyrs and confessors, who have gone before,will be a very sweet part of the bliss of the redeemed. And all this may make us pant to depart. But, O ye ungodly ones! yewho have never been converted, and who fear not God, this hope is not for you. You must go to your own place. And whithermust you go? To your drunken companions damned before you? Must you go down to the pit with harlots and with the profane?Whither away, whither away, thou careless man, thou lover of sin? Whither art thou going when thou diest? Thine answer mightwell be this doleful ditty: "I am going to be the guest of devils; I am going to feast with fiends; I am going to abide withmurderers, and whoremongers, and adulterers, and with such as God hath condemned. These must be my companions for ever."Methinks I see the wheat of God standing in the valley every year, about to be gathered into the garner of heaven in its ownplace, and yonder I see the tares, and what is the message for them? "Gather up the tares and bind them in bundles to burnthem." And who knows in what bundle you may be? You may be bound up in the same bundle with murderers and suicides. Yes, thementhat you despise may be your companions in the bundle of the wicked. The drunkard and the swearer, whom some of you pretendedlygood people look down upon with scorn, may be your bundle companions, your bed-fellows for ever when you make your bed inhell and abide in everlasting torment.
But last of all, Paul's grand reason for desiring to depart was to be with Christ. Again I say, simple though the words be-tobe with Christ, have all heaven condensed in them. Like the sounding of the silver trumpet of jubilee rings this precioussentence, "to be with Christ." Like the harps of the glorified-like the singing of the redeemed, like the hallelujahs of paradise,does this ring upon mine ears, "To be with Christ." Lift up your voices, ye seraphim! Tuneyour hearts anew, ye seraphs! Shout for joy ye blood-washed, but your loudest strains cannot excel the thundering gloryof this magnificent but brief sentence, "to be with Christ, which is far better." This, my beloved-this shall well repay thetiresome pilgrimage of life. This reward shall be sufficient for all our contests with temptation, for all the shame we haveendured in following Christ, in the midst of a wicked generation. This, this shall be all the heaven that our largest desiresshall crave. This immensity of bliss shall stretch across eternity.
But O unbeliever, what hast thou to do with such a hope as this? Thou canst not desire to depart and to be with Christ, forwhat is Christ to thee? To-day thou despisest him. The man of sorrow thou esteemed not. Jesus of Nazareth thou dost not regard.He is preached to thee every Sabbath day, but thou despisest him. With many tears have I presented him to thee, but thou hastshut thine heart against him; he has knocked at thy door and there he stands shivering even now,but thou wilt not admit him. Beware ye that despise Jesus, for in another world ye shall see him after another fashion.Ye too shall be with him, but it shall be but for an instant. Summoned before his bar, dragged reluctantly to his dread tribunal,ye shall see him whom you despise; ye shall see him and not another. But oh, with what astonishment will ye behold him, andwhat amazement shall seize upon you! Ye shall see him, but no longer as the humble man! his eyes shall be as flames of fire.Out of his mouth shall go a two-edged sword. About him shall be wrapped "the rainbow wreath, and robes of storm," andhe shall speak in louder tones than the noise of many waters, and in great thunderings shall he address thee, "Depart ye cursedinto everlasting fire in hell, prepared for the devil and his angels." Oh "Kiss the Son, lest he be angry and ye perish fromthe way when his wrath is kindled but a little." Oh, go to your houses; may God the Spirit draw you to your chambers, andmayyou there be led to fall upon your knees, confess your guilt, and humbly seek for pardon, through that precious bloodwhich flows freely this day, and which will freely give pardon to you if with all your heart you seek it. May God's Spiritlead you so to seek that you may find, and may you and I, and all of us, in the day of our departure, see the land beforeus-the happy shore of heaven. May we know that as our vessel sails from earth it shall only take a hasty voyage "to be withChristwhich is far better." God the Spirit visit you now, God the Son bless you, God the Father remember you, through Jesus.Amen.
The absence of the regular reporter is the publishers' apology for the incorrectness of this sermon. Mr. SPURGEON has foundit utterly impossible to recall the words which he uttered, and which many of his hearers declare to have been attended withpeculiar power.