Sermon 721. The Last Enemy Destroyed

DELIVERED ON SUNDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 18, 1866, BY C. H. SPURGEON, AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON.

"The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death." 1 Corinthians 15:26.

OUR Savior stooped to the lowest depths of degradation-He shall be exalted to the topmost heights of glory. "Being found infashion as a man, He humbled Himself and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross. Therefore God also has highlyexalted Him, and given Him a name whichis above every name." Our Lord was trampled beneath the feet of all, but the day comes when all things shall be trampledbeneath His feet. By so much as He descended, by so much shall He ascend. By the greatness of His sufferings may we judgeof the unspeakable grandeur of Hisglory. Already sin lies beneath His feet, and Satan, like the old dragon bound, is there also.

The systems of idolatry which were paramount in the days of His flesh, He has broken as with a rod of iron. Where are thegods of Rome and Greece? Where are Jupiter, Diana, and Mercury? Let the moles and the bats reply. The colossal systems ofidolatry which still dominate over the minds of menmust yet come down. The truth as it is in Jesus must before long prevail over those ancient dynasties of error, for Jesusour Lord must reign from the river even unto the ends of the earth. In these last times, when sin in all its forms and Satanwith all his craft shall be subdued,then Death itself, the unconquerable Death, the insatiable devourer of the human race who has swept them away as grass beforethe mower's scythe-then shall Death who has feared the face of none, but has laid armies prostrate in his wrath, be utterlydestroyed!

He who is immortality and life shall bring death of Death and destruction to the grave, and unto Him shall be songs of everlastingpraise. Contemplate the glory of your Master, then, Believer! From the base of the pyramid, deep in darkness, He rises tothe summit which is high in glory! From thedepths of the abyss of woe He leaps to the tops of the mountain of joy. Anticipate His triumph by faith, for you shall partakein it! So surely as you share in His abasement, you shall also partake in His glory, and the more you shall become conformableunto Him in His sufferings,the more may you rest assured that you shall be partakers with Him in the glory which is to be revealed.

Come we now to the text itself. The text teaches us that Death itself is, at the last, to be vanquished by Christ. No, itis to be utterly destroyed by Him so that it shall cease to be! In handling the text, there are four things which at oncestrike you. Here is Death an enemy. But, secondly, heis the last enemy. Thirdly, he is an enemy to be destroyed, but, fourthly, he is the last enemy that shall be destroyed.

I. First, then, you have in our banquet of this morning, as your first course, BITTER HERBS-wormwood mingled with gall-foryou have DEATH, AN ENEMY. It is not difficult to perceive in what respects Death is an enemy. Consider him apart from theResurrection, apart from the gloriouspromises which spring up like sweet flowers sown by celestial hands upon the black soil of the tomb, and Death is preeminentlyan enemy. Death is an enemy because it is always repugnant to the nature of living creatures to die. Flesh and blood cannotlove Death. God has wisely madeself-preservation one of the first laws of our nature-it is an attribute of a living man to desire to prolong his life."Skin for skin, yes, all that a man has will he give for his life."

Life is our dearest heritage. To throw away life by suicide is a crime, and to waste life in folly is no mean sin. We arebound to prize life. We must do so-it is one of the instincts of our humanity, and he were not greater but less than man whodid not care to live. Death must always, then,by creatures that breathe, be looked upon as a foe. Death may well be counted as a foe because it entered into the worldand became the master over the race of Adam through our worst enemy, SIN. It came not in accordance to the course of nature,but according to the course of evil.Death came not in by the door, but it climbed up some other way, and we may therefore rest assured that it is a thief anda robber.

It was not in the natural constitution of humanity that man should die, for the first man, Adam, was made a living soul. Eminentphysiologists have said that they do not detect in the human system any particular reason why man should die at fourscoreyears. The same wheels which have gone on fortwenty, thirty, forty years might have continued their revolutions for a hundred years, or even for centuries, so far astheir own self-renewing power is concerned. There is no reason in man's body, itself, why it should inevitably return to thedust from which it was taken. Or ifthere is now such a reason, it may be traceable to the disease which sin has brought into our constitution. But, as originallyformed, man might have been immortal-he would have been immortal.

In that garden, if the leaves had faded, he would not. And if the animals had died (and I suppose they would, for they certainlydid die before Adam came into the world), yet there is no need that Adam should have died. He could have renewed his youthlike the eagle and remained immortal amidstmortality-a king and priest forever, if God had so chosen it should be. Instead of which, through sin, though he is evennow a priest, he must, like Aaron, go up to the top of the hill and put off his priestly garments and breathe out his life.Sin brought in death, andnothing that came in by sin can be man's friend.

Death, the child of Sin, is the foe of man. That the Truth of God before us is most sure, some persons know by very bitterexperience, for it embitters their existence. To some men this is the one drop of gall which has made life bitter to them.The thought that they should die shades them withraven wings. By the fear of death they are all their lifetime subject to bondage. Like Uriah the Hittite, they carry intheir bosom the message which ordains their death-but, unlike he, they know that it contains the fatal mandate. Like clothwhich feeds the moth which devoursit, their fears and forebodings feed the fatal worm. When their cups are sweetest they remember the dregs of death. Andwhen their viands are the daintiest they think of the black servitor who will clear away the feast.

They can enjoy nothing because the darkness of death's shade lies across the landscape. The ghost of Death haunts them. Theskeleton sits at their table. They are mournfully familiar with the shroud, the coffin, and the sepulcher-and they are familiarwith these not as with friendlyprovisions for a good night's rest-but as the cruel ensigns of a dreaded foe. This makes Death an enemy with emphasis, whenour fears enable him thus to spoil our life. When Death rides his pale horse, roughshod, over all terrestrial joys, he makesus feel that it is a poorthing to live because the thread of life is so soon to be cut-a miserable thing even to flourish, because we only flourishlike the green herb-and, like the green herb-are cut down and cast into the oven.

Many others have found Death to be their foe, not so much because they themselves have been depressed by the thought, butbecause the great enemy has made fearful breaches in their daily comforts. O you Mourners! Your somber garments tell me thatyour family circle has been broken into, time aftertime, by this ruthless destroyer! The widow has lost her comfort and her stay. The children have been left desolate andfatherless. O Death! You are the cruel enemy of our hearths and homes! The youthful spirit has lost half itself when the belovedone has been torn away, and menhave seemed like maimed souls when the best half of their hearts has been snatched from them.

Hope looked not forth at the window because the mourners went about the streets. Joy drank no more from her crystal cup, forthe golden bowl was broken and the wheel was broken at the cistern, and all the daughters of music were brought low. How oftenhave the unseen arrows of Death afflicted ourhousehold, and struck at our feet those whom we least could spare? The green have been taken as well as the ripe-death hascut down the father's hope and the mother's joy, and, worse than this-he has pitilessly rent away from the house its strongestpillar and torn outof the wall the corner stone. Death has no heart of compassion. His flinty heart feels for none. He spares neither youngnor old. Tears cannot keep our friends for us, nor can our sighs and prayers reanimate their dust. He is an enemy, indeed,and the very thought of his cruelfrauds upon our love makes us weep.

He is an enemy to us in that he has taken away from us One who is dearer to us than all others. Death has even made a preyof Him who is immortality and life! On yonder Cross behold death's most dreadful work! Could it not spare Him? Were therenot enough of us? Why should it smite our David whowas worth ten thousand of us? Did it not suffice that we, the common men who had been tainted by sin, should fall by a doomthat was justly due to our sin-but must the virgin-born, in whom there was no sin-the immaculate Savior-must He die? Yes,Death's vengeancewas not satisfied till out of his quiver had been drawn the fatal arrow which should pierce the heart of the Son of God.Behold He dies!

Those eyes that wept over Jerusalem are glazed in death's deepest darkness. Those hands that scattered blessings hang as inanimateclay by that bloodstained but lifeless side. The body must be wrapped in spices and fine linen and laid within the silenttomb. Weep, Heaven! Mourn, earth! Your King isdead! The Prince of Life and Glory is a prisoner in the tomb! Death, all-conquering tyrant, you are an enemy, indeed, foryou have slain and led our dearest One into your gloomy cell!

We may more fully perceive Death's enmity in our own persons. He is an enemy to us because very soon he will bear us awayfrom all our prized possessions. "These things," said one, as he walked through fine gardens and looked upon lawns, and parks,and mansions-"these things make it hard todie." To leave the fair goods and gains of earth, and to return into the womb of mother earth as naked as first we cameforth from it-to have the crown taken from the head, and the ermine from the shoulder, and to be brought down to the samelevel as the poorest beggar thatslept upon a dunghill is no small thing.

Dives must be unwrapped of his scarlet, and if he shall find a tomb he shall be no more honored than Lazarus though Lazarusshould die unburied. Death is an enemy to man, because though he may store up his goods and build his barns and make themgreater, yet it is Death who said, "You fool, thisnight shall your soul be required of you." Death makes wealth a dream! It turns misers' gain to loss, and laughs a hoarselaugh at toiling slaves who load themselves with yellow dust. When the rich man has made his fortune he wins six foot of earthand nothing more, and what lesshas he who died a pauper?

Death is an enemy to Christians, too, because it carries them away from choice society. We have often said-

"My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this."

We love the Saints. The people of God are our company, and with our Brethren we walk to His house, who are our familiar companions,and alas, we are to be taken away from them! Nor is this all-we are to be parted from those who are nearer still-the wifeof our bosom and the children ofour care. Yes, we must bid farewell to every loved one, and go our way to the land from which no traveler returns, banishedfrom the militant host of God and from the happy homes of men.

Death is an enemy because it breaks up all our enjoyments. No cheerful peals of Sunday bells again for us. No going up tothe much-loved sanctuary where the holy hymn has often borne us aloft as on eagle's wings. No more listening to the teachingsof the Christian ministry where Boanerges hasawakened us and Barnabas has consoled us until the desert of our life has blossomed like a rose. No mingling in communionaround the Master's table. No more drinking of the cup and eating of the bread which symbolizes the Master's sufferings. AtDeath's door we bid farewell to allSunday enjoyment and sanctuary joys. Oh you enemy, you do compel us to give a long, a last farewell to all our employments!

The earnest and successful minister must leave the flock, perhaps to be scattered or torn by grievous wolves. Just when itseemed as if his life were most necessary, the leader falls, and like a band of freshly enlisted young recruits who lose thewarrior whose skill had led them on to victory,they are scattered when he seemed necessary to make them one, and lead them on to conquest. He who was training up his childrenin God's fear sleeps in the grave when the children need him most, and he who spoke for Christ, or who was a pillar in theHouse of God, who served his dayand generation-he, too, must fall asleep-no more to feed the hungry, or to clothe the naked, or to teach the ignorant, orcomfort the feeble-minded.

He is gone from the vineyard of the Church that needed him to trim the vines, and from the House of God which needed him asa wise master builder to edify it to perfection. Who but an enemy could have taken him away at such a moment and from suchengagements? He is gone, too, dear Friends, from allthe success of life-and herein has Death been his bitter enemy. He is gone from hearing the cries of penitent sinners-thetrue success of God's ministers. Gone from leading pilgrims to the Cross and hearing their songs of joy. Great-Heart has ledmany a caravan ofpilgrims to the Celestial City, but now he, himself, must cross the Jordan! It little avails him that he has fought withGiant Despair and brought him to his knees.

It matters little that he slew old Giant Grim who would have forced Christiana and the children to go back. Hero as he hasbeen, the floods must still roll over his head! Of that black and bitter stream he, too, must drink, and that, too, very probablywhen God had honored him most, and favored himwith the prospect of yet greater success. So, Brothers and Sisters, it may be with you. When you are most diligent in business,most fervent in spirit, and serving the Lord with the greatest joy-when your sheaves are heavy and you are shouting the HarvestHome it may be, then,that this unwelcome enemy will hasten you from the field of your triumph to leave to others the work you loved so well.

Nor is this all. This enemy is peculiarly so to us, because we are accustomed to surround the thought of his coming with manypains, with many infirmities, and above all, since the decay, corruption, and utter dissolution of the body is in itself amost terrible thing, we are alarmed at theprospect of it. The pains and groans and dying strife drive us back from the grave's brink, and make us long to linger inour prison and our clay. We fear to pass through the gate of iron because of the grim porters of Pain and Sickness who sitbefore the gate. Certainly to some itis hard work to die!

While life is still vigorous it will not yield its dominion without a struggle. In other cases where old age has graduallysmoothed the pathway we have known many of our Brothers and Sisters who sleep themselves into a better land-and none couldtell when they passed the mysterious line whichdivides the realm of life from the domain of death. It is not always that Death is escorted by bodily griefs, but so oftendoes he come with clouds and darkness round about him that men at the first glance conclude from his hostile array that heis no friend!

He is an enemy, no, the enemy, the very worst enemy that our fears could conjure up, for we could fight with Satan and overcomehim, but who can overcome Death? We can master sin through the precious blood of Jesus, and can be more than a conqueror overall our fears-but we must bow beforethe iron specter of this grim tyrant. To the dust we must descend, and midst the tombs we all must sleep (unless, indeed,unless the Lord should speedily come), for it is appointed unto men once to die.

II. Having said enough upon this topic we shall now take away the dish of bitter herbs, and bring forth a little salt whilewe speak upon the second point-though death is an enemy, IT IS THE LAST ENEMY. I say salt, because it is not altogether sweet.There is a pungency as well as a savor,here. It is the last enemy-what if I say it is the dreaded reserve of the army of Hell? When Satan shall have brought upevery other adversary, and all these shall have been overcome through the blood of the Lamb, then the last, the bodyguardof Hell, under the command of theKing of Terrors, the strongest, the fiercest, the most terrible of foes, shall assail us!

It has been the custom of some great commanders to keep a body of picked men in reserve to make the final assault. Just whenbattalion after battalion have been swept away, and the main army reels. Just when the victory is almost in the enemy's hands,the all but defeated commander pours hismightiest legions upon the foe, uncovers all his batteries and makes one terrible and final charge with the old guard thatnever has been beaten, and never can surrender, and then, perhaps at the last moment, he snatches triumph from between theenemy's teeth!

Ah, Christian, the last charge may be the worst you have ever known. You may find in your last moments that you will haveneed of all your strength, and more-you will be constrained to cry to the Strong for strength-you will have to plead for heavenlyreinforcements to succor you inthat last article! Let no man conclude himself at the close of the war till he is within the pearly gates, for, if thereis but another five minutes to live, Satan will, if possible, avail himself of it. The enemy may come in like a flood preciselyat that flattering moment when youhoped to dwell in the land Beulah, and to be lulled to rest by soft strains from the celestial choirs.

It is not always so, it is not often so, for, "at eventide there shall be light" is usually the experience of the Christian.But it is sometimes so. It has been notably so with those whose previous life has been very peaceful-a calm day has endedwith a stormy evening-and a bright sunhas set amid dark clouds. Some of those whose candle never went out before have been put to bed in the dark. The soldiersof the Cross have been pursued by the foe up to the city walls, as if the Lord had said to His soldier, "There are more laurelsyet to win. Behold I give youanother opportunity of glorifying My name among My militant people."

Brethren, if Death is the last enemy I do not think we have to fight with him now. We have other enemies who claim our valorand our watchfulness today. We need not be taken up with devising plans of present defense against an enemy that does notyet assail us. The present business of life, thepresent service of God and of His cause are our main concern, and in attending to these we shall, as Christians, be foundbest prepared to die. To live well is the way to die well! Death is not our first foe but the last! Let us then fight ouradversaries in order and overcome themeach in its turn, hoping that He who has been with us even until now will be with us until the end.

Notice, dear Friends-for here lies the savor of the thought-it is the LAST enemy. Picture in your mind's eye our brave soldiersat the battle of Waterloo. For many weary hours they had been face to face with the foe. The fight had lasted so long andbeen so frequently renewed that theyseemed to have encountered successive armies, and to have fought a dozen battles. Charge after charge had they borne likewalls of stone. Imagine, then, that the commander is able to announce that they have only to endure one more onslaught ofthe foe. How cheerfully do the ranksclose! How gallantly are the squares formed! How firmly their feet are planted!

"Now," they say, "let us stand like a wall of rock! Let no man shrink for a moment, for it is the last the enemy can do. Hewill do his worst, but soon he will be able to do no more but sound to boot and saddle and leave the field to us." The lastenemy! Soldiers of Christ, do not the words animateyou? Courage, Christian, courage! The tide must turn after this-it is the highest wave that now dashes over you-courage,Man, the night must close. You have come to its darkest hour, the day star already dawns!

Now that you are dying you begin to live. The last enemy conquered! Does it not bring tears to your eyes to think of bearingyour last temptation? We little care who the foe may be if he is but conquered and is but the last, for have we not been perplexedwith a succession of enemies? We have onlyconquered one foe to find another waiting for us. Our path has been, up to now, from temptation to temptation, from trialto trial, from tribulation to tribulation. We are growing weary, we cannot forever bear wave upon wave, grief upon grief,and temptation upon temptation. Likethe warrior of old, our arm grows weary, but our hand (glory be to Divine Grace!) cleaves to our sword! We are faint, yetpursuing!

And what good news when we shall hear that the present enemy is the last! Though it is Death, we will rejoice! O Christian,there will be no more poverty to tempt you to murmur, no more losses and crosses to cast your spirit down, no more inbredsins to mar your devotion and to spoil the glory ofyour faith! There will be no outward temptation, no sinners with their trifling talk to vex your ears, no blasphemies totorment your soul, no more aches and pains of body, no more tortures and troubles of spirit!

The Dog of Hell will be silenced forever! There will be no more Canaanites to drive out of the land! The race of Amalek shallbe utterly destroyed. And where will you be? In the land that flows with milk and honey! In the home of peace and the abodeof rapture-

"Far from a world of grief and sin, With God, eternally shut in."

Well may you welcome Death! Let him come in his chariot of fire-he bears you to Elijah's God! Let him lay hold of the shieldand buckler and frown upon you like a king of fierce speech and terrible countenance-he carries you not into captivity, butdelivers you out of bondage!

At his coming your sky may be darkened, the thunders may roll, and the solid pillars of your house may be shaken, but it isthe last commotion, and is therefore the token of everlasting rest! Having overcome death, peace is proclaimed, the swordis sheathed, the banners furled, and you are forevermore than a conqueror through Him that loved you!

III. Having come so far, we may now proceed another step. Death is an enemy, the last enemy-HE IS AN ENEMY TO BE DESTROYED.Here I take away the salt and bring the milk and honey, for surely here is much of exquisite sweetness and of true spiritualfood to the child of God. Death is the lastenemy to be destroyed. The destruction of Death will be perfectly achieved at the Resurrection, for then Death's castle,the tomb, will be demolished and not so much as one stone left upon another.

All Death's captives must go free! Not a bone of the Saints shall be kept as a trophy by the arch foe. Not so much as a particleof their dust shall he be able to show as a spoil which he has been able to preserve. He must disgorge the whole that he hasfed upon. He must pay back all that he hasstolen. The prey shall be taken from the mighty, and the lawful captive shall be delivered. From the land and from the sea,those that were lately dead, and those that centuries ago had dissolved into dust shall rise. The quickening trumpet shallachieve a work as great as thecreation!

The voice of God which said, "Let there be light" and there was light, shall say, "Let there be life," and there shall belife. And, as in the valley of vision-bone shall come to bone, and flesh shall come upon them, and life shall come into them-andthey shall live! The same bodiesshall arise, the same for identity, but not the same for quality! The same, but oh, how changed! They were the shriveledseed when Death sowed them in the earth-they shall be the fully developed flower when Resurrection's springtime shall bidthem blossom from the dust! Theywere battered and time-worn when he dragged them to his den-they shall come forth with the dew of their youth upon themwhen Christ shall give them life. Oh the sweet gains of death!

"It is sown in corruption, it is raised in incorruption." Oh the interest which we shall win from that arch usurer who thoughtto claim both principal and interest! "It is sown in weakness, it is raised in power." It is sown a natural body, it is raiseda heavenly and spiritual body. O Death, youare no gainer by us! But we shall be mighty gainers by you! And though this poor body shall become worms' meat, and decayshall drive its tunnels through and through and through this mortal frame and make its solemn way-though back to dust eyeand arm and hand and brain mustmold-yet not lost, nor in any degree injured, shall the whole fabric be! It will be as if it were filtered, purified bythe grave, and my fair body shall emerge again!

The grave shall be to the Believer's body as the bath of spices in which Esther bathed herself to make herself ready to beholdthe great King. Corruption, earth, and worms do but refine this flesh and make it pure according to God's will, until we shallput it on afresh at His bidding. We throwaside a workday dress, all torn, and crumpled and dusty! We are glad to put it off, glad that evening time has come, andthat it is time to undress. But when we awake we shall find, instead of that worn-out vesture, a noble change of raiment!The same dress will be there, butmarvelously changed-the great Fuller shall have exercised His art upon it, and made it like the array which Moses and Elijahwore on Tabor!

How goodly will our royal robes be! How dressed with pearls, how stiff with threads of gold, and studs of silver! How fittedfor God's priests and kings! How meet for those who shall enter the pearly gates and tread the golden streets of the heavenlyJerusalem! How meet for those that shall walk inthe golden light of the city that has foundations, whose Maker and Builder is God! Death is thus to be destroyed by theresurrection of the body when our Lord shall descend from Heaven with a shout. A resurrection which shall prove to assembledworlds that to those who are in ChristJesus, "to die is gain."

But, dear Friends, although this is a great Truth of God with regard to the future, I desire to conduct your minds for a fewminutes over the road by which Christ has, in effect, virtually destroyed Death already. In the first place, He has takenaway the shame of death. It was once a shamefulthing to die. A man might hold his head low in the presence of angels who could not die, for he might remember with shamethat he is the brother of the worm and corruption is his sister. But now we can talk of death in the presence of archangelsand not be ashamed, for Jesus died.It is from now on no degradation for man to die, to sleep in the bed where Christ reposed. It is an honor! And angels mayalmost regret that they have not the ability in this respect to be made like unto the angels' Lord.

Oh, Christian, you need not speak of death with bated breath, but rather rejoice that you have fellowship with Jesus in Histomb, and shall have fellowship with Him as one of the children of the Resurrection! Christ has, moreover, taken away thesting of death. The sting of death lay inthis-that we had sinned and were summoned to appear before the God whom we had offended. This is the sting of death to you,unconverted ones-not that you are dying, but that after death is the judgment-and that you must stand before the Judge ofthe quick and thedead to receive a sentence for the sins which you have committed in your body against Him.

This makes it death to die. This hangs the dying bed with black curtains, and puts out the light of the sick chamber. Thesecond death makes death to be death, indeed, but-

"If sin is pardoned I'm secure, Death has no sting beside. The law gave sin its damning po wer, But Christ, my Ransom, died."

Christmas Evans represents the monster Death as being so intent to destroy our Lord that it drove the dart in its tail rightthrough the Savior till it stuck in the Cross on the other side-and the monster has never been able to draw it out again!Christ on the Cross took away the sting ofDeath, so that he has no further power to hurt the Christian. "The sting of death is sin, and the strength of sin is theLaw, but thanks be unto God which gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ."

Our Divine Lord has taken away from sin its slavery. The bondage of death arises from man's fearing to die. Death has fittedfetters upon many a man's wrists, and fixed an iron collar on his neck, and driven him with his whip about the world-but Jesushas taken away the yoke of Death from thenecks of His disciples. The Christian is not afraid to die. He looks forward to it, sometimes, with equanimity, and frequentlyeven with expectation! Hundreds of Saints have been able to speak of dying as though it were but everyday work, and therehave been hundreds more who havelooked forward to their last day with as much delight as the bride hopes for her wedding. Was not our song, which we sungjust now, a truthful one?-

"Sweet truth to me! I shall arise, And with these eyes My Savior see."

It was to some of us, at any rate, and we are still desirous to sing it, longing for that time when our death shall come andwe shall enter into the joy of our Lord!

Moreover, Christ has abolished Death by removing its greatest sorrows. I told you that Death snatched us away from the societyof those we loved on earth. It is true, but it introduces us into nobler society by far. We leave the imperfect Church onearth, but we claim membership with the perfectChurch in Heaven. The Church militant must know us no more, but of the Church triumphant we shall be happy members! We maynot see time-honored men on earth who now serve Christ in the ministry, but we shall see Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, the noblearmy of martyrs, the goodlyfellowship of the Prophets, and the glorious company of the Apostles! We shall be no losers, certainly, in the matter ofsociety, but great gainers when we are introduced to the general assembly and the Church of the First-Born, whose names arewritten in Heaven!

I said that we should be taken away from enjoyments. I spoke of Sunday bells that would ring no longer, of communion tablesat which we could not sit, and songs of holy mirth in which we could not join-ah, it is small loss compared with the gainunspeakable! For we shall hear the bells ofHeaven ring out an unending Sunday! We shall join the songs that never have a pause, and which know no discord! We shallsit at the banqueting table where the King Himself is present, where the symbols and the signs have vanished because the guestshave found the Substance! And theKing eternal and immortal will be visibly in their presence!

Beloved, we leave the desert to lie down in green pastures. We leave the scanty rills to bathe in the bottomless river ofjoy. We leave the wells of Elim for the land which flows with milk and honey. Did I speak of leaving possessions? What arethe possessions? Moth-eaten garments, cankered goldand silver, things that rust consumes and that thieves destroy! But we go to the land where nothing corrupts or decays,where flowers fade not, and riches take not to themselves wings to fly away. Loss? Let the word be banished! Death gives usinfinitely more than he takes away.

I spoke of Death as an enemy because he took us from sacred employments. It is so, but does he not usher us into far nobleremployments? To stand before that Throne of God upon the sea of glass mingled with fire! To bow within the Presence chamberof the King of kings, gazing into the glory thatexcels! And to see the King in His beauty-the Man that once was slain wearing many crowns and arrayed in the vesture ofHis glory-His wounds like sparkling jewels still visible above. Oh to cast our crowns at His feet! To lie there and shrinkinto nothing before theEternal All! To fly into Jesus' bosom! To behold the beauty of His love and to taste the kisses of His mouth! To be in Paradise,swallowed up in unutterable joy because taken into the closest, fullest, nearest communion with Himself! Would not your soulburst from the body even nowto obtain this rapture? Cannot you say-

"I'd part with all the joys of sense To gaze upon Your throne, Pleasure springs fresh forever there, Unspeakable, unknown"?

If death does but give us a sight of Jesus and makes it our employment forever to sing His praise, and forever to learn HisCharacter-forever more lie in His bosom-then let him come when he wills-we will scarcely call him enemy again! An enemy destroyedin this case becomes afriend. The sting is taken away from you, you hornet, and you become a bee to gather sweet honey for us! The lion is slain,and like Samson we go forth to gather handfuls of sweetness. I shall not tarry longer, though greatly tempted, except to saythis one thing more-the fearof death which arises from the prospect of pain and grief is also taken away by Christ when He reminds us that He will bewith us in our last moments. He will make the dying bed feel soft, and in the midst of the river He will say, "Fear not, Iam with you." So that in all respectsdeath is to be destroyed.

IV. Time warns us to clear the tables and send home the guests with the fourth consideration, THAT DEATH IS THE LAST ENEMYTHAT WILL BE DESTROYED. Do not, therefore, give yourself so much concern if you do not feel death to be destroyed in you atpresent. Supposing that it does cause you pain andfear, remember that dying Grace would be of no value to you in living moments. Expect that if your faith is not faith enoughto die with, yet if it is faith as a grain of mustard seed it will grow-and grow it will, into a more developed state, enablingyou to die triumphantlywhen dying time comes.

When I looked at the Book of Martyrs and noticed the fearful pictures of Saints in their dying agonies, I asked myself, "CouldI bear all that for Christ?" and I was compelled to say, "No, I know I could not as I am now." But suppose I were called tomartyrdom, could I bear it? And I thought Icould say without presumption I could, for Christ would give me Divine Grace when dying Grace was needed. Now Death is tobe destroyed, but not till the last. You have many enemies who are not destroyed, and you have inbred sins not slain. Lookwell to them. Until they are all goneyou must not expect Death to be destroyed, for he is the last to die.

So then, Friend, let me whisper in your ear-expect, still, to lose your dear ones-for Death is not destroyed. Look not uponany of your friends as though they would be with you tomorrow, for Death is not destroyed yet. See the word "mortal" writtenupon all our brows. The most unlikelyones die first. When I heard during this week of several cases of dear friends who have gone to their reward, I could havesooner believed it had been others, but God has been pleased to take from us and from our congregation many whom we supposedto be what are called good lives,and they were good lives in the best sense, and that is why the Master took them!

They were ripe and He took them Home. But we could not see that. Now remember that all your friends-your wife, your husband,your child, your kinsfolk-are all mortal. That makes you sad. Well, it may prevent your being more sad when they are takenaway. Hold them with a loose hand. Donot count that to be freehold which you have only received as a leasehold. Do not call that yours which is only lent you,for if you get a thing lent you and it is asked for back, you give it back freely. But if you entertain the notion that itwas given you, you do not like toyield it up. Now, remember, the enemy is not destroyed and that he will still make inroads into our family circle.

And then remember that you, too, must die. Bring yourself frequently face to face with this Truth of God-that you must die.Do not forget it, Christian Friend! No man knows whether his faith is good for anything or not if he does not frequently trythat faith by bringing himself right to theedge of the grave. Picture yourself dying. Conceive yourself breathing out your last breath and see whether, then, you canlook at Death without quaking-whether you can feel, "Yes, I have rested upon Jesus. I am saved. I will go through Death'stremendous vale with HisPresence as my stay, fearing no evil."

If you have no good hope, may God give you Divine Grace at this moment to fly to Jesus and to trust in Him. And when you havetrusted in Him, then, and only then, will Death be to you a destroyed enemy. May God grant His blessing for Jesus' sake. Amen.

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