Sermon 504. I Know That My Redeemer Liveth
Delivered on Sunday Morning, April 12th, 1863, by the
Rev. C. H. SPURGEON,
At the Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington
"For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: and though after my skin wormsdestroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God; whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another;though my reins be consumed within me."-Job 19:25-27.
THE HAND OF GOD has been upon us heavily this week. An aged deacon, who has been for more than fifty years a member of thisChurch, has been removed from our midst; and a sister, the beloved wife of another of our Church-officers, a member for nearlythe same term of years, has fallen asleep. It is not often that a Church is called to sorrow over the departure of two suchvenerable members-let not our ears be deaf to such a double admonition to prepare to meet our God.That they were preserved so long, and upheld so mercifully for so many years, was not only a reason for gratitude to them,but to us also. I am, however, so averse to the preaching of what are called funeral sermons, that I forbear, lest I appear to eulogize the creature, when my only aim should be to magnify the grace of God.
Our text deserves our profound attention; its preface would hardly have been written had not the matter been of the utmostimportance in the judgment of the patriarch who uttered it. Listen to Job's remarkable desire: "Oh that my words were nowwritten! oh that they were printed in a book! That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!" Perhaps,hardly aware of the full meaning of the words he was uttering, yet his holy soul was impressed with asense of some weighty revelation concealed within his words; he therefore desired that it might be recorded in a book;he has had his desire: the Book of books embalms the words of Job. He wished to have them graven on a rock; cut deep intoit with an iron pen, and then the lines inlaid with lead; or he would have them engraven, according to the custom of the ancients,upon a sheet of metal, so that time might not be able to eat out the inscription. He has not had his desire in that respect,save only that upon many and many a sepulchre those words of Job stand recorded, "I know that my redeemer liveth." Itis the opinion of some commentators that Job, in speaking of the rock here, intended his own rock-hewn sepulchre, and desiredthat this might be his epitaph; that it might be cut deep, so that ages should not wear it out; that when any asked, "Wheredoes Job sleep?" as soon as they saw the sepulchre of the patriarch of Uz, they might learn that he died in hope of resurrection,resting upon a living Redeemer. Whether such a sentence adorned the portals of Job's last sleeping-place we know not;but certainly no words could have been more fitly chosen. Should not the man of patience, the mirror of endurance, the patternof trust, bear as his memorial this golden line, which is as full of all the patience of hope, and hope of patience, as mortallanguage can be? Who among us could select a more glorious motto for his last escutcheon? I am sorry to say that a few ofthosewho have written upon this passage cannot see Christ or the resurrection in it at all. Albert Barnes, among the rest,expresses his intense sorrow that he cannot find the resurrection here, and for my part I am sorry for him. If it had beenJob's desire to foretell the advent of Christ and his own sure resurrection, I cannot see what better words he could haveused; and if those truths are not here taught, then language must have lost its original object, and must have been employedto mystifyand not to explain; to conceal and not to reveal. What I ask, does the patriarch mean, if not that he shall rise againwhen the Redeemer stands upon the earth? Brethren, no unsophisticated mind can fail to find here what almost all believershave here discovered. I feel safe in keeping to the old sense, and we shall this morning seek no new interpretation, but adhereto the common one, with or without the consent of our critics.
In discoursing upon them I shall speak upon three things. First, let us, with the patriarch, descend into the grave and behold the ravages of death. Then, with him, let us look up on high for present consolation. And, still in his admirable company, let us, in the third place, anticipate future delights.
I. First of all then, with the patriarch of Uz, LET US DESCEND INTO THE SEPULCHRE.
The body has just been divorced from the soul. Friends who loved most tenderly have said-"Bury my dead out of my sight." Thebody is borne upon the bier and consigned to the silent earth; it is surrounded by the earthworks of death. Death has a hostof troops. If the locusts and the caterpillars be God's army, the worms are the army of death. These hungry warriors beginto attack the city of man. They commence with the outworks; they storm the munition, and overturn thewalls. The skin, the city wall of manhood, is utterly broken down, and the towers of its glory covered with confusion.How speedily the cruel invaders deface all beauty. The face gathers blackness; the countenance is defiled with corruption.Those cheeks once fair with youth, and ruddy with health, have fallen in, even as a bowing wall and a tottering fence; thoseeyes, the windows of the mind whence joy and sorrow looked forth by turns, are now filled up with the dust of death; thoselips, thedoors of the soul, the gates of Mansoul, are carried away, and the bars thereof are broken. Alas, ye windows of agatesand gates of carbuncle, where are ye now? How shall I mourn for thee, O thou captive city, for the mighty men have utterlyspoiled thee! Thy neck, once like a tower of ivory, has become as a fallen column; thy nose, so lately comparable to "thetower of Lebanon, which looketh toward Damascus," is as a ruined hovel; and thy head, which towered like Carmel, lies lowas the clodsof the valley. Where is beauty now? The most lovely cannot be known from the most deformed. The vessel so daintily wroughtupon the potter's wheel, is cast away upon the dunghill with the vilest potsherds. Cruel have ye been, ye warriors of death,for though ye wield no axes and bear no hammers, yet have ye broken down the carved work; and though ye speak not with tongues,yet have ye said in your hearts, "We have swallowed her up, certainly this is the day that we have looked for; we havefound, we have seen it." The skin is gone. The troops have entered into the town of Mansoul. And now they pursue theirwork of devastation; the pitiless marauders fall upon the body itself. There are those noble aqueducts, the veins throughwhich the streams of life were wont to flow, these, instead of being rivers of life, have become blocked up with the soiland wastes of death, and now they must be pulled to pieces; not a single relic of them shall be spared. Mark the muscles andsinews,like great highways that penetrating the metropolis, carry the strength and wealth of manhood along-their curious pavementmust be pulled up, and they that do traffic thereon must be consumed; each tunnelled bone, and curious arch, and knotted bondmust be snapped and broken. Fair fabrics, glorious storehouses, costly engines, wonderful machines-all, all must be pulleddown, and not one stone left upon another. Those nerves, which like telegraphic wires connected all parts of the citytogether, to carry thought and feeling and intelligence-these are cut. No matter how artistic the work might be,-and certainlywe are fearfully and wonderfully made, and the anatomist stands still and marvels to see the skill which the eternal God hasmanifested in the formation of the body-but these ruthless worms pull everything to pieces, till like a city sacked and spoiledthat has been given up for days to pillage and to flame, everything lies in a heap of ruin-ashes to ashes, dustto dust. But these invaders stop not here. Job says that next they consume his reins. We are wont to speak of the heartas the great citadel of life, the inner keep and donjon, where the captain of the guard holdeth out to the last. The Hebrewsdo not regard the heart, but the lower viscera, the reins, as the seat of the passions and of mental power. The worms sparenot; they enter the secret palaces of the tabernacle of life, and the standard is plucked from the tower. Having died, theheartcannot preserve itself, and falls like the rest of the frame-a prey to worms. It is gone, it is all gone! The skin, thebody, the vitals, all, all has departed. There is nought left. In a few years ye shall turn up the sod and say, "Here sleptso-and-so, and where is he now?", and ye may search and hunt and dig, but ye shall find no relic. Mother Earth has devouredher own offspring.
Dear friends, why should we wish to have it otherwise? Why should we desire to preserve the body when the soul has gone? Whatvain attempts men have made with coffins of lead, and wrappings of myrrh and frankincense. The embalming of the Egyptians,those master robbers of the worm, what has it done? It has served to keep some poor shrivelled lumps of mortality above groundto be sold for curiosities, to be dragged away to foreign climes, and stared upon by thoughtlesseyes. No, let the dust go, the sooner it dissolves the better. And what matters it how it goes! If it be devoured of beasts,if it be swallowed up in the sea and become food for fishes! What, if plants with their roots suck up the particles! What,if the fabric passes into the animal, and from the animal into the earth, and from the plant into the animal again! What,if the winds blow it along the highway! What, if the rivers carry it to the waves of ocean! It is ordained that somehow orotherit must be all separated-"dust to dust, ashes to ashes." It is part of the decree that it should all perish. The wormsor some other agents of destruction must destroy this body. Do not seek to avoid what God has purposed; do not look upon itas a gloomy thing. Regard it as a necessity; nay more, view it as the platform of a miracle, the lofty stage of resurrection,since Jesus shall surely raise again from the dead the particles of this body, however divided from one another. We have heardof miracles, but what a miracle is the resurrection! All the miracles of Scripture, yea even those wrought by Christ,are small compared with this. The philosopher says, "How is it possible that God shall hunt out every particle of the humanframe?" He can do it: he has but to speak the word, and every single atom, though it may have traveled thousands of leagues,though it may have been blown as dust across the desert, and anon have fallen upon the bosom of the sea, and then have descendedinto the depths thereof to be cast up on a desolate shore, sucked up by plants, fed on again by beasts, or passed intothe fabric of another man,-I say that individual atom shall find its fellows, and the whole company of particles at the trumpof the archangel shall travel to their appointed place, and the body, the very body which was laid in the ground, shall riseagain.
I am afraid I have been somewhat uninteresting while tarrying upon the exposition of the words of Job, but I think very muchof the pith of Job's faith lay in this, that he had a clear view that the worms would after his skin destroy his body, andyet that in his flesh he should see God. You know we might regard it as a small miracle if we could preserve the bodies ofthe departed. If, by some process, with spices and gums we could preserve the particles, for the Lord tomake those dry bones live, and to quicken that skin and flesh, were a miracle certainly, but not palpably and plainlyso great a marvel as when the worms have destroyed the body. When the fabric has been absolutely broken up, the tenement allpulled down, ground to pieces, and flung in handfuls to the wind, so that no relic of it is left, and yet when Christ standsin the latter days upon the earth, all the structure shall be brought together, bone to his bone-then shall the might ofOmnipotence be seen. This is the doctrine of the resurrection, and happy is he who finds no difficulty here, who looksat it as being an impossibility with man but a possibility with God, and lays hold upon the omnipotence of the Most High andsays, "Thou sayest it, and it shall be done!" I comprehend thee not, great God; I marvel at thy purpose to raise my molderingbones: but I know that thou doest great wonders, and I am not surprised that thou shouldst conclude the great drama of thycreating works here on earth by re-creating the human frame by the same power by which thou didst bring from the deadthe body of thy Son Jesus Christ, and by that same divine energy which has regenerated human souls in thine own image.
II. Now, having thus descended into the grave, and seen nothing there but what is loathsome, LET US LOOK UP WITH THE PATRIARCHAND BEHOLD A SUN SHINING WITH PRESENT COMFORT.
"I know," said he, "that my Redeemer liveth." The word "Redeemer" here used, is in the original "goel"-kinsman. The duty ofthe kinsman, or goel, was this: suppose an Israelite had alienated his estate, as in the case of Naomi and Ruth; suppose apatrimony which had belonged to a family, had passed away through poverty, it was the goel's business, the redeemer's businessto pay the price as the next of kin, and to buy back the heritage. Boaz stood in that relation toRuth. Now, the body may be looked upon as the heritage of the soul-the soul's small farm, that little plot of earth inwhich the soul has been wont to walk and delight, as a man walketh in his garden or dwelleth in his house. Now, that becomesalienated. Death, like Ahab, takes away the vineyard from us who are as Naboth; we lose our patrimonial estate; Death sendshis troops to take our vineyard and to spoil the vines thereof and ruin it. But we turn round to Death and say, "I know thatmyGoel liveth, and he will redeem this heritage; I have lost it; thou takest it from me lawfully, O Death, because my sinhath forfeited my right; I have lost my heritage through my own offence, and through that of my first parent Adam; but therelives one who will buy this back." Brethren, Job could say this of Christ long before he had descended upon earth, "I knowthat he liveth;" and now that he has ascended up on high, and led captivity captive, surely we may with double emphasis say,"Iknow that my Goel, my Kinsman liveth, and that he hath paid the price, that I should have back my patrimony, so that inmy flesh I shall see God." Yes, my hands, ye are redeemed with blood; bought not with corruptible things, as with silver andgold, but with the precious blood of Christ. Yes, heaving lungs and palpitating heart, ye have been redeemed! He that redeemedthe soul to be his altar has also redeemed the body, that it may be a temple for the Holy Ghost. Not even the bones of Josephcan remain in the house of bondage. No smell of the fire of death may pass upon the garments which his holy children haveworn in the furnace.
Remember, too, that it was always considered to be the duty of the goel, not merely to redeem by price, but where that failed,to re- deem by power. Hence, when Lot was carried away captive by the four kings, Abraham summoned his own hired servants,and the servants of all his friends, and went out against the kings of the East, and brought back Lot and the captives ofSodom. Now, our Lord Jesus Christ, who once has played the kinsman's part by paying the price for us,liveth, and he will redeem us by power. O Death, thou tremblest at this name! Thou knowest the might of our Kinsman! Againsthis arm thou canst not stand! Thou didst once meet him foot to foot in stern battle, and O Death, thou didst indeed treadupon his heel. He voluntarily submitted to this, or else, O Death, thou hadst no power against him. But he slew thee, Death,he slew thee! He rifled all thy caskets, took from thee the key of thy castle, burst open the door of thy dungeon; and now,thou knowest, Death, thou hast no power to hold my body; thou mayst set thy slaves to devour it, but thou shalt give itup, and all their spoil must be restored. Insatiable Death, from thy greedy maw yet shall return the multitudes whom thouhast devoured. Thou shalt be compelled by the Saviour to restore thy captives to the light of day. I think I see Jesus comingwith his Father's servants. The chariots of the Lord are twenty thousand, even thousands of angels. Blow ye the trumpet! blowyethe trumpet! Immanuel rides to battle! The Most Mighty in majesty girds on his sword. He comes! He comes to snatch bypower, his people's lands from those who have invaded their portion. Oh, how glorious the victory! No battle shall there be.He comes, he sees, he conquers. The sound of the trumpet shall be enough; Death shall fly affrighted; and at once from bedsof dust and silent clay, to realms of everlasting day the righteous shall arise.
To linger here a moment, there was yet, very conspicuously in the Old Testament, we are informed, a third duty of the goel,which was to avenge the death of his friend. If a person had been slain, the Goel was the avenger of blood; snatching up hissword, he at once pursued the person who had been guilty of bloodshed. So now, let us picture ourselves as being smitten byDeath. His arrow has just pierced us to the heart, but in the act of expiring, our lips are able toboast of vengeance, and in the face of the monster we cry, "I know that my Goel liveth." Thou mayst fly, O Death, as rapidlyas thou wilt, but no city of refuge can hide thee from him; he will overtake thee; he will lay hold upon thee, O thou skeletonmonarch, and he will avenge my blood on thee. I would that I had powers of eloquence to work out this magnificent thought.Chrysostom, or Christmas Evans could picture the flight of the King of Terrors, the pursuit by the Redeemer, the overtakingof the foe, and the slaying of the destroyer. Christ shall certainly avenge himself on Death for all the injury whichDeath hath done to his beloved kinsmen. Comfort thyself then, O Christian; thou hast ever living, even when thou diest, onewho avenges thee, one who has paid the price for thee, and one whose strong arms shall yet set thee free.
Passing on in our text to notice the next word, it seems that Job found consolation not only in the fact that he had a Goel,a Redeemer, but that this Redeemer liveth. He does not say, "I know that my Goel shall live, but that he lives,"-having a clear view of the self-existence of the Lord Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today, and forever. And you andI looking back do not say, "I know that he did live, but he lives today." This very dayyou that mourn and sorrow for venerated friends, your prop and pillar in years gone by, you may go to Christ with confidence,because he not only lives, but he is the source of life; and you therefore believe that he can give forth out of himself lifeto those whom you have committed to the tomb. He is the Lord and giver of life originally, and he shall be specially declaredto be the resurrection and the life, when the legions of his redeemed shall be glorified with him. If I saw no fountainfrom which life could stream to the dead, I would yet believe the promise when God said that the dead shall live; butwhen I see the fountain provided, and know that it is full to the brim and that it runneth over, I can rejoice without trembling.Since there is one who can say, "I am the Resurrection and the Life," it is a blessed thing to see the means already beforeus in the person of our Lord Jesus Christ. Let us look up to our Goel then who liveth at this very time.
Still the marrow of Job's comfort it seems to me lay in that little word "My." "I know that MY Redeemer liveth." Oh, to gethold of Christ! I know that in his offices he is precious. But, dear friends, we must get a property in him before we callreally enjoy him. What is honey in the wood to me, if like the fainting Israelites, I dare not eat. It is honey in my hand,honey on my lip, which enlightens mine eyes like those of Jonathan. What is gold in the mine to me? Menare beggars in Peru, and beg their bread in California. It is gold in my purse which will satisfy my necessities, purchasingthe bread I need. So, what is a kinsman if he be not a kinsman to me? A Redeemer that does not redeem me, an avenger who willnever stand up for my blood, of what avail were such? But Job's faith was strong and firm in the conviction that the Redeemerwas his. Dear friends, dear friends, can all of you say, "I know that my Redeemer liveth." The question is simpleand simply put; but oh, what solemn things hang upon your answer, "Is it MY Redeemer?" I charge you rest not, be not contentuntil by faith you can say, "Yes, I cast myself upon him; I am his, and therefore he is mine." I know that full many of you,while you look upon all else that you have as not being yours, yet can say, "My Redeemer is mine." He is the only piece of property which is really ours. We borrow all else, the house, the children, nay,our very body we must return to theGreat Lender. But Jesus, we can never leave, for even when we are absent form the body we are present with the Lord, andI know that even death cannot separate us from him, so that body and soul are with Jesus truly even in the dark hours of death,in the long night of the sepulchre, and in the separate state of spiritual existence. Beloved, have you Christ? It may beyou hold him with a feeble hand, you half think it is presumption to say, "He is my Redeemer;" yet remember, if you have butfaith as a grain of mustard seed, that little faith entitles you to say, and say now, "I know that my Redeemer liveth."
There is another word in this consoling sentence which no doubt served to give a zest to the comfort of Job. It was that hecould say, "I KNOW"-"I KNOW that my Redeemer liveth." To say, "I hope so, I trust so," is comfortable; and there are thousandsin the fold of Jesus who hardly ever get much further. But to reach the marrow of consolation you must say, "I KNOW." Ifs, buts, and perhapses, are sure murderers of peace and comfort. Doubts are dreary things intimes of sorrow. Like wasps they sting the soul! If I have any suspicion that Christ is not mine, then there is vinegarmingled with the gall of death. But if I know that Jesus is mine, then darkness is not dark; even the night is light aboutme. Out of the lion cometh honey; out of the eater cometh forth sweetness. "I know that my Redeemer liveth." This is a brightly-burninglamp cheering the damps of the sepulchral vault, but a feeble hope is like a flickering smoking flax, just makingdarkness visible, but nothing more. I would not like to die with a mere hope mingled with suspicion. I might be safe withthis but hardly happy; but oh, to go down into the river knowing that all is well, confident that as a guilty, weak, and helplessworm I have - fallen into the arms of Jesus, and believing that he is able to keep that which I have committed to him. I wouldhave you, dear Christian friends, never look upon the full assurance of faith as a thing impossible to you. Say not, "Itis too high; I cannot attain unto it." I have known one or two saints of God who have rarely doubted their interest atall. There are many of us who do not often enjoy any ravishing ecstacies, but on the other hand we generally maintain theeven tenor of our way, simply hanging upon Christ, feeling that his promise is true, that his merits are sufficient, and thatwe are safe. Assurance is a jewel for worth but not for rarity. It is the common privilege of all the saints if they havebut thegrace to attain unto it, and this grace the Holy Spirit gives freely. Surely if Job in Arabia, in those dark misty ageswhen there was only the morning star and not the sun, when they saw but little when life and immortality had not been broughtto light,-if Job before the coming and advent still could say, "I know," you and I should not speak less positively. God forbid that our positiveness should be presumption. Let us try ourselves,and see that our marks and evidences are right,lest we form an ungrounded hope; for nothing can be more destructive than to say, "Peace, peace, where there is no peace."But oh, let us build for eternity, and build solidly. Let us not be satisfied with the mere foundation, for it is from theupper rooms that we get the widest prospect. Let us pray the Lord to help us to pile stone on stone, until we are able tosay as we look at it, "Yes, I know, I KNOW that my Redeemer liveth." This, then, for present comfort today in the prospectof departure.
III. And now, in the third and last place, as THE ANTICIPATION OF FUTURE DELIGHT, let me call to your remembrance the otherpart of the text. Job not only knew that the Redeemer lived, but he anticipated the time when he should stand in the latter day upon the earth. No doubt Job referred here to our Saviour's first advent, to the time when Jesus Christ, "the goel," the kinsman, shouldstand upon the earth to pay in the blood of his veins the ransom price, whichhad, indeed, in bond and stipulation been paid before the foundation of the world in promise. But I cannot think thatJob's vision stayed there; he was looking forward to the second advent of Christ as being the period of the resurrection.We cannot endorse the theory that Job arose from the dead when our Lord died, although certain Jewish believers held thisidea very firmly at one time. We are persuaded that "the latter day" refers to the advent of glory rather than to that ofshame. Our hopeis that the Lord shall come to reign in glory where he once died in agony. The bright and hallowed doctrine of the secondadvent has been greatly revived in our churches in these latter days, and I look for the best results in consequence. Thereis always a danger lest it be perverted and turned by fanatical minds, by prophetic speculations, into an abuse; but the doctrinein itself is one of the most consoling, and, at the same time, one of the most practical, tending to keep the Christianawake, because the bridegroom cometh at such an hour as we think not. Beloved, we believe that the same Jesus who ascendedfrom Olivet shall so come in like manner as he ascended up into heaven. We believe in his personal advent and reign. We believeand expect that when both wise and foolish virgins shall slumber; in the night when sleep is heavy upon the saints; when menshall be eating and drinking as in the days of Noah, that suddenly as the lightning flasheth from hea- ven, so Christ shalldescend with a shout, and the dead in Christ shall rise and reign with him. We are looking forward to the literal, personaland actual standing of Christ upon earth as the time when creation's groans shall be silenced forever, and the earnest expectationof the creature shall be fulfilled.
Mark, that Job describes Christ as standing. Some interpreters have read the passage, "he shall stand in the latter days against the earth;" that as the earth has coveredup the slain, as the earth has become the charnel-house of the dead, Jesus shall arise to the contest and say, "Earth, I amagainst thee; give up thy dead! Ye clods of the valley cease to be custodians of my people's bodies! Silent deeps, and you,ye caverns of the earth, deliver, once for all,those whom ye have imprisoned!" Macphelah shall give up its precious treasure, cemeteries and graveyards shall releasetheir captives, and all the deep places of the earth shall resign the bodies of the faithful. Well, whether that be so orno, the posture of Christ, in standing upon the earth, is significant. It shows his triumph. He has triumphed over sin, whichonce like a serpent in its coils had bound the earth. He has defeated Satan. On the very spot where Satan gained his powerChristhas gained the victory. Earth, which was a scene of defeated goodness, whence mercy once was all but driven, where virtuedied, where everything heavenly and pure, like flowers blasted by pestilential winds, hung down their heads, withered andblighted-on this very earth everything that is glorious shall blow and blossom in perfection; and Christ himself, once despisedand rejected of men, fairest of all the sons of men, shall come in the midst of a crowd of courtiers, while kings and princesshall do him homage, and all the nations shall call him blessed. "He shall stand in the latter day upon the earth."
Then, at that auspicious hour, says Job, "In my flesh I shall see God." Oh, blessed anticipation-"I shall see God." He doesnot say, "I shall see the saints"-doubtless we shall see them all in heaven-but, "I shall see God." Note he does not say, "I shall see the pearly gates, I shall see the walls of jasper, I shall see the crowns of gold andthe harps of harmony," but "I shall see God;" as if that were the sum and substance of heaven. "In my flesh shall I seeGod." The pure in heart shall see God. It was their delight to see him in the ordinances by faith. They delighted to behold himin communion and in prayer. There in heaven they shall have a vision of another sort. We shall see God in heaven, and be madecompletely like him; the divine character shall be stamped upon us; and being made like to him we shall be perfectly satisfiedand content. Likeness to God, what can we wish for more? And a sight of God, what can we desire better? Weshall see God and so there shall be perfect contentment to the soul and a satisfaction of all the faculties. Some readthe passage, "Yet, I shall see God in my flesh," and hence think that there is here an allusion to Christ, our Lord JesusChrist, as the word made flesh. Well, be it so, or be it not so, it is certain that we shall see Christ, and He, as the divineRedeemer, shall be the subject of our eternal vision. Nor shall we ever want any joy beyond simply that of seeing him. Thinknot,dear friend, that this will be a narrow sphere for our mind to dwell in. It is but one source of delight, "I shall seeGod," but that source is infinite. His wisdom, his love, his power, all his attributes shall be subjects for your eternalcontemplation, and as he is infinite under each aspect there is no fear of exhaustion. His works, his purposes, his gifts,his love to you, and his glory in all his purposes, and in all his deeds of love-why, these shall make a theme that nevercan beexhausted. You may with divine delight anticipate the time when in your flesh you shall see God.
But I must have you observe how Job has expressly made us note that it is in the same body. "Yet, in my flesh shall I see God;" and then he says again, "whom I shall see for myself, and mine eye shall behold and not another." Yes,it is true that I, the very man standing here, though I must go down to die, yet I shall as the same man most certainly ariseand shall behold my God. Not part of myself, though the soul alone shall have some view of God, but the whole ofmyself, my flesh, my soul, my body, my spirit shall gaze on God. We shall not enter heaven, dear friends, as a dismastedvessel is tugged into harbor; we shall not get to glory some on boards, and some on broken pieces of the ship, but the wholeship shall be floated safely into the haven, body and soul both being safe. Christ shall be able to say, "All that the father giveth to me shall come to me," not only all the persons, but all of the persons-each man in his perfection.Thereshall not be found in heaven one imperfect saint. There shall not be a saint without an eye, much less a saint withouta body. No member of the body shall have perished; nor shall the body have lost any of its natural beauty. All the saintsshall be all there, and all of all; the same persons precisely, only that they shall have risen from a state of grace to astate of glory. They shall be ripened; they shall be no more the green blades, but the full corn in the ear; no more budsbut flowers;not babes but men.
Please to notice, and then I shall conclude, how the patriarch puts it as being a real personal enjoyment. "Whom mine eyeshall behold, and not another." They shall not bring me a report as they did the Queen of Sheba, but I shall see Solomon theKing for myself. I shall be able to say, as they did who spake to the woman of Samaria, "Now I believe, not because of thyword who did bring me a report, but I have seen him for myself." There shall be personal intercourse withGod; not through the Book, which is but as a glass; not through the ordinances; but directly, in the person of our LordJesus Christ, we shall be able to commune with the Deity as a man talketh with his friend. "Not another." If I could be achangeling and could be altered, that would mar my comfort. Or if my heaven must be enjoyed by proxy, if draughts of blissmust be drunk for me, where were the hope? Oh, no; for myself, and not through another, shall I see God. Have we not toldyou ahundred times that nothing but personal religion will do, and is not this another argument for it, because resurrectionand glory are personal things? "Not another." If you could have sponsors to repent for you, then, depend upon it, you wouldhave sponsors to be glorified for you. But as there is not another to see God for you, so you must yourself see and yourselffind an interest in the Lord Jesus Christ.
In closing let me observe how foolish have you and I been when we have looked forward to death with shudders, with doubts,with loathings. After all, what is it? Worms! Do ye tremble at those base crawling things? Scattered particles! Shall we bealarmed at these? To meet the worms we have the angels; and to gather the scattered particles we have the voice of God. Iam sure the gloom of death is altogether gone now that the lamp of resurrection burns. Disrobing is nothingnow that better garments await us. We may long for evening to undress, that we may rise with God. I am sure my venerablefriends now present, in coming so near as they do now to the time of the departure, must have some visions of the glory onthe other side the stream. Bunyan was not wrong, my dear brethren, when he put the land Beulah at the close of the pilgrimage.Is not my text a telescope which will enable you to see across the Jordan; may it not be as hands of angels to bring you bundlesof myrrh and frankincense? You can say, "I know that my Redeemer liveth." You cannot want more; you were not satisfiedwith less in your youth, you will not be content with less now. Those of us who are young, are comforted by the thought thatwe may soon depart. I say comforted, not alarmed by it; and we almost envy those whose race is nearly run, because we fear-andyet we must not speak thus, for the Lord's will be done-I was about to say, we fear that our battle may last long, and thatmayhap our feet may slip; only he that keepeth Israel does not slumber nor sleep. So since we know that our Redeemer liveth,this shall be our comfort in life, that though we fall we shall not be utterly cast down; and since our Redeemer liveth, thisshall be our comfort in death, that though worms destroy this body, yet in our flesh we shall see God.
May the Lord add his blessing on the feeble words of this morning, and to him be glory forever. Amen.
Grave, the guardian of our dust!
Grave, the treasury of the skies!
Every atom of thy trust
Rests in hope again to rise.
Hark! the judgment trumpet calls;
Soul, rebuild thy house of clay,
Immortality thy walls,
And Eternity thy day.