Sermon 1922. Concerning Death
A SERMON DELIVERED ON LORD'S-DAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 26, 1886,
BY C. H. SPURGEON,
AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON.
"For I know that You will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.'" Job 30:23.
JOB suffered from a terrible sickness which filled him with pain both day and night. It is supposed that, in addition to hisgrievous eruptions upon the skin, he endured great difficulty in breathing. He says in the 18th verse, "By the great forceof my disease is my garment changed: it binds me about as the collar of my coat." His clothes were soiled and clung to him.His skin was blackened and seemed to be tightened. He was like a man whose tunic strangles him-the collar of his garment seemedto be fast bound about his throat. Those who have suffered from it, know what distress is occasioned by this complaint, especiallywhen they are also compelled to cry, "My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest." At sucha time Job thought of death and, surely, if at any period in our lives we should consider our latter end, it is when the frailtent of our body begins to tremble because the cords are loosened and the curtain is torn!
It is the general custom with sick people to talk about "getting well" and those who visit them, even when they are graciouspeople, will see the tokens of death upon them and yet will speak as if they were hopeful of their recovery. I remember afather asking me when I prayed with a consumptive girl to be sure not to mention death. In such cases it would be far moresensible for the sick man to turn his thoughts towards eternity and stand prepared for the great change. When our God, byour affliction, calls upon us to number our days, let us not refuse to do so! I admire the wisdom of Job, that he does notshirk the subject of death, but dwells upon it as an appropriate topic, saying, "I know that You will bring me to death, andto the house appointed for all living."
Yet Job made a mistake in the hasty conclusion which he drew from his grievous affliction. Under depression of spirit he feltsure that he must very soon die. He feared that God would not relax the blows of His hands until his body became a ruin-andthen he would have rest. But he did not die at that time. He was fully recovered and God gave him twice as much as he hadbefore! A life of usefulness, happiness and honor lay before him and yet he had set up his own tombstone and reckoned himselfa dead man. It is a pity for us to pretend to predict the future, for we certainly cannot see an inch before us. As it isidle with daydreams to fascinate the heart into a groundless expectation, so is it equally foolish to increase the evil ofthe day by forebodings of tomorrow. Who knows what is to be? Therefore why should I wish to lift up the corner of the curtainand peer into what God has hidden? Some of those who have been most sure that they would soon die, have lived longer thanothers. A Prophet once prayed to die and yet he never saw death. From the lips of Elijah, who was to be caught up by a whirlwindinto Heaven, it was a strange prayer-"Take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers."
It is the part of a brave man and especially of a believing man, neither to dread death nor to sigh for it-neither to fearit nor to court it. Possessing his soul in patience, he should not despair of life when harshly pressed and he should be alwaysmore eager to run his race well than to reach its end. It is no work of men of faith to predict their own deaths. These thingsare with God. How long we shall live on earth, we know not and need not wish to know. We have not the choosing of short orlong life and if we had such choice, it would be wise to refer it back to our God. "Father, into Your hands I commend my spirit,"is an admirable prayer for living as well as for dying saints. To wish to pry between the folded leaves of the Book of Destinyis to desire a questionable privilege-doubtless we live better because we cannot foresee the moment when this life shall reachits finis.
Job made a mistake as to the date of his death, but he made no mistake as to the fact itself. He spoke truly when he said,"I know that You will bring me to death." Some day or other, the Lord will call us from our home above ground to the houseappointed for all living. I invite you, this morning, to consider this unquestioned Truth of God. Do you start back? Why doyou do so? Is it not greatly wise to talk about our last hours? "We want a cheerful theme." Do you? Is not this a cheerfultheme to you? It is solemn, but it ought also to be welcome to you! You say that you cannot stand the thought of death. Thenyou greatly need it! Your shrinking from it proves that you are not in a right state of mind, or else you would take it intodue consideration without reluctance. That is a poor happiness which overlooks the most important of facts. I would not endurea peace which could only be maintained by thoughtlessness. You have something yet to learn if you are a Christian and yetare not prepared to die! You need to reach a higher state of Grace and attain to a firmer and more forceful faith. That youare as yet a babe in Grace is clear from your admission that to depart and be with Christ does not seem to be a better thingfor you than to abide in the flesh!
Should it not be the business of this life to prepare for the next life and, in that respect, to prepare to die? But how cana man be prepared for that which he never thinks of? Do you mean to take a leap in the dark? If so, you are in an unhappycondition and I beseech you as you love your own soul to escape from such peril by the help of God's Holy Spirit!
"Oh," says one, "but I do not feel called upon to think of it." Why, the very season of the year calls you to it. Each fadingleaf admonishes you. You will most surely have to die-why not think upon the inevitable? It is said that the ostrich buriesits head in the sand and fancies itself secure when it can no longer see the hunter. I can hardly fancy that even a bird canbe quite so foolish! And I beseech you do not enact such madness. If I do not think of death, yet death will think of me!If I will not go to death by meditation and consideration, death will come to me! Let me, then, meet it like a man and, tothat end, let me look it in the face! Death comes into our houses and steals away our loved ones. Seldom do I enter this pulpitwithout missing some accustomed face from its place. Never a week passes over this Church without some of our happy fellowshipbeing caught away to the still happier fellowship above! This week a youthful member has melted away and her mourning parentsare in our midst. We as a congregation are continually being summoned to remember our mortality and so, whether we will hearhim or not, Death is preaching to us each time we assemble in this house! Does he come so often with God's message and shallwe refuse to hear? No, let us lend a willing ear and heart and hear what God, the Lord, would say to us at this time!
Oh, you that are youngest, you that are most full of health and strength, I lovingly invite you not to put away this subjectfrom you! Remember, the youngest may be taken away. Early in the life of my boys I took them to the old churchyard of Wimbledonand bade them measure some of the little graves within that enclosure-and they found several green hillocks which were shorterthan themselves. I tried thus to impress upon their young minds the uncertainty of life. I would have every child rememberthat he is not too young to die. Let others know that they are not too strong to die. The stoutest trees of the forest areoften the first to fall beneath the destroyer's axe. Paracelsus, the renowned physician of old time, prepared a medicine ofwhich he said that if a man took it regularly, he would never die, except it were of extreme old age. Yet Paracelsus himselfdied a young man!
Those who think they have found the secret of immortality will yet learn that they are under a strong delusion. None of uscan discover a spot where we are out of bow-shot of the last enemy and, therefore, it would be idiotic to refuse to thinkof it! A certain vainglorious French Duke forbade his attendants ever to mention death in his hearing and when his secretaryread to him the words, "The late King of Spain," he turned upon him with contemptuous indignation and asked him what he meantby it. The poor secretary could only stammer out, "It is a title which they take." Yes, indeed, it is a title we shall alltake and it will be well to note how it will befit us! The King of Terrors comes to kings, nor does he disdain to strip thepauper of his scanty flesh-to you, to me, to all he comes-let us all make ready for his sure approach.
I. First, then, very solemnly under the teaching of God's Spirit, I call your attention to a piece of PERSONAL KNOWLEDGE-"Iknow that You will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living." A general Truth of God here receives a personalapplication.
Job knew that he should be brought to the grave because he perceived the universality of that fact in reference to others.He lived on the verge of an age when life was longer than now and yet the Patriarch had never known a person who had not,after a certain age, left this earthly stage. Cast your eyes over every land, glance from the pole to the equator
and along to the other pole, and see if this is not the universal law, that man must be dissolved in death. "It is appointedunto men once to die." Only two men entered the next world without seeing death, but those two exceptions prove the rule.Another great exception is yet to come which I would never overlook. Perhaps the Lord Jesus Christ may personally come beforewe see death-and when He comes, we that are alive and remain shall not fall asleep-but even then "we shall all be changed,in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet, for the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall bechanged."
This is the great exception to the rule and we cheerfully allow it to dwell upon our minds, but if the Master tarries, we,ourselves, shall not be exempt from the common rule. We must all die. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes must be the last word forus among the sons of men. I hope nobody here is so foolish as to suppose that he shall live on and never be gathered withthe great assembly in the house appointed for all living. Last week one poor fanatic who taught that she, herself, would neversee corruption, was taken from the midst of her dupes to be laid in the sepulcher. A clergyman whom I well knew, lecturedupon his having found the means of living here forever-but he, too, has gone over to the great majority. That we can avoidthe grave is a dream, an idle dream, not worthy of a moment's controversy! All flesh shall see corruption in due time, ifit is not changed at the Lord's coming. "What man is he that lives and shall not see death? Shall he deliver his soul fromthe hand of the grave?" In their myriads, the races of the past have subsided into the earth. In one endless harvest, deathhas reaped down all born of woman. Job knew that he, himself, should be brought to death because all others had been broughtthere.
He knew it, also, because he had considered the origin of mankind. In our text, the Hebrew expression would run somewhat thus-"Iknow that You will bring me to death." He had never died before, yet the expression is constantly used, as in the followingpassage-"You turn man to destruction and say, Return, you children of men." We were never in the grave before-how then canwe return? Was it not said to Adam, "Dust you are, and unto dust shall you return?" We were taken out of the earth and itis only by a prolonged miracle that this dust of ours is kept from going back to its kindred-the day will come when our earthshall embrace its mother and so the body shall return to its original. If we had come from Heaven, we might dream that weshould not die. If we had been cast in some celestial mold, as angels are, we might fancy that the grave would never encaseus. But being of the earth, earthy, we must go back to earth! Job says, "I have said to corruption, You are my father: tothe worm, You are my mother and my sister." Thus we have affinities which call us back to the dust. Job knew this and, therefore,seeing from where men came, he inferred-and inferred cor-rectly-that he, himself, would return to the earth.
Further, Job had a recollection of man's sin and knew that all men are under condemnation on account of it. Does he not saythat the grave is a "house appointed for all living?" It is appointed simply because of the penal sentence passed upon ourfirst parent and, in him, upon the whole race. "Dust you are, and unto dust shall you return," was not for father Adam only,but for all the innumerable sons that come of his loins. "Death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned." "In Adam alldie." Our babes, who have not personally sinned, yet feel the blight of Adam's sin and wither in the bud. Our dear childrenwho are nearing manhood and womanhood are cut down and gathered in their beauty. We, also, in the prime and flower of life,bow our heads before the killing wind of death. As for our Sires bending, each man, upon his staff, their posture salutesthe tomb towards which they bend. A common fall and a common sin have brought on us universal death. Look on our vast cemeteriesand say, "Who slew all these?" The only answer is, "Death came by sin and so death passed upon all men, for that all havesinned."
Once more, Job arrived at this personal knowledge through his own bodily feebleness. Perhaps he had not always said, "I knowthat You will bring me to death," but now, as he sits upon the dunghill and scrapes himself with the potsherd and writhesin anguish and is depressed in spirit, he realizes his own mortality. When the tent pole quivers in the storm and the coveringflaps to and fro in the wind-and the whole structure threatens to dissolve in the tempest-then the tenant of the habitation,chilled to his marrow, needs not to be instructed that his home is frail. He knows it well enough. We need many touches ofthe rod of affliction before we really learn the undeniable truth of our mortality. Every man, woman and child in this placeshould unite with me in saying, "I know that You will bring me to death." And yet it is highly probable that a large numberof us do not know this to be so.
"It is a commonplace matter of fact which we all admit," cries one. I know it is so and yet in the very commonness of thetruth there lies a temptation to overlook its personal application. We know this as though we knew it not! To many,
it is not taken into the reckoning and it is not a factor in their being. They do not number their days so as to apply theirhearts unto wisdom. That poet was half inspired who said, "All men count all men mortal but themselves." Is it not so withus? We do not really expect to die. We reckon that we shall live a very considerable time. Even those who are very aged stillthink that as a few others have lived to an extreme old age, so may they! I am afraid there are few who could say with a gracioussoldier, "I thank God I fear not death. These 30 years together I never rose from my bed in the morning and reckoned uponliving till night."
Those who die daily will die easily. Those who make themselves familiar with the tomb will find it transfigured into a bed-themorgue will become a couch. The man who rejoices in the Covenant of Grace is cheered by the fact that even death, itself,is comprehended among the things which belong to the Believer. I would to God we had learned this lesson. We should not, then,put death aside among the lumber, nor set it upon the shelf among the things which we never intend to use. Let us live asdying men among dying men and then we shall truly live! This will not make us unhappy, for surely no heir of Heaven will fretbecause he is not doomed to live here forever. It were a sad sentence if we were bound over to dwell in this poor world forever!Who among us would wish to realize in his own person the fabled life of the Wandering Jew, or even of Prester John? Who desiresto go up and down among the sons of men for twice a thousand years?
If the Supreme should say, "Live here forever," it were a malediction rather than a benediction! To grow ripe and to be carriedhome like shocks of corn in their season-is not this a fit and fair thing? To labor through a blessed day and then, at nightfall,to go home and to receive the wages of Grace-is there anything dark and dismal about that? God forgive you that you ever thoughtso! If you are the Lord's own child, I invite you to look this Home-going in the face until you change your thought and seeno more in it gloom and dread, but a very Heaven of hope and glory!
Suffer not my text to be a dirge, but turn it into a golden Psalm, as you say, "I know that You will bring me to death, andto the house appointed for all living."
II. Having thus discoursed upon a piece of personal knowledge, I now beg you to see in my text the shining of HOLY INTELLIGENCE.Perhaps, when I read the words in your hearing, you did not notice all they contain. Let me then point out to you certainhidden jewels. Job, even in his anguish, does not, for a moment, forget his God. He speaks of Him, here-"I know that You willbring me to death." He perceives that he will not die apart from God. He does not say his sore boils or his strangulationwill bring him to death, but, "You will bring me to death." He does not trace his approaching death to chance, or to fate,or to second causes-no, he sees only the hand of the Lord! To Him belong both life and death. Say not that the wasting consumptiontook away your darling! Complain not that a fierce fever slew your father, but feel that the Lord, Himself, has done it! "Itis the Lord, let Him do what seems Him good." Blame not the accident, neither complain of the pestilence, for Jehovah, Himself,gathers Home His own. He only will remove you and me. "I know that You will bring me to death." There is, to my heart, muchdelicious comfort in the language before us!
I love that old-fashioned verse-
"Plagues and deaths around me fly. Till He bids I cannot die- Not a single shaft can hit Till the God of Love thinks fit."
In the midst of malaria and pestilence, we are safe with God. "Because you have made the Lord, which is my refuge, even theMost High, your habitation; there shall no evil befall you, neither shall any plague come near your dwelling." Beneath theshadow of Jehovah's wings we need not be afraid for the terror by night, nor for the arrow that flies by day, nor for thepestilence that walks in darkness. We are immortal till our work is done! Be you, therefore, quiet in the day of evil. Restpeacefully in the day of destruction-all things are ordered by wisdom and precious in the sight of the Lord is the death ofHis saints. No forces in the world are outside of His control. God suffers no foes to trespass on the domain of Providence.All things are ordained of God and specially are our deaths under the peculiar oversight of our exalted Lord and Savior! Helives and was dead-and bears the keys of death at His belt. He Himself shall guide us through death's iron gate. Surely whatthe Lord wills and what He, Himself, works, cannot be otherwise than acceptable to His chosen! Let us rejoice that in lifeand death we are in the Lord's hands.
The text seems to me to cover another sweet and comforting thought, namely, that God will be with us in death. "I know thatYou will bring me to death." He will bring us on our journey till He brings us to the journey's end-He, Himself, our Escortand our Leader. We shall have the Lord's company even to our dying hour-"You will bring me to
death." He leads me even to those still waters which men so much fear. "Yes, though I walk through the valley of the shadowof death, I will fear no evil for You are with me. Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me." Beloved, we live with God, dowe not? Shall we not die with Him? Our life is one long holiday when the Lord Jesus keeps us company- will He leave us atthe end? Because God is with us, we go forth with joy and are led forth with peace! The mountains and the hills break forthbefore us into singing and all the trees of the field clap their hands. Will they not be equally glad when we rise to oureternal reward? It is not living that is happiness, but living with God-it is not dying that will be wretchedness, but dyingwithout God!
The child has to go to bed, but it does not cry if mother is going upstairs with it. It is quite dark, but what of that? Themother's eyes are lamps to the child. It is very lonely and still. Not so-the mother's arms are the child's company and hervoice is its music. O Lord, when the hour comes for me to go to bed, I know that You will take me there and speak lovinglyinto my ear-therefore I cannot fear, but will even look forward to that hour of Your manifested love! You had not thoughtof that, had you? You have been afraid of death, but you cannot be so any longer if your Lord will bring you there in Hisarms of love. Dismiss all fear and calmly proceed on your way, though the shades thicken around you, for the Lord is yourlight and your salvation!
It may not be in the text, but it naturally follows from it, that if God brings us to death, He will bring us up again. Job,in another passage, declared that he was sure that God would vindicate His cause-"I know," he says, "that my Redeemer livesand that He shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: and though after my skin, worms destroy this body, yet in my fleshshall I see God." Certain wise men who would expunge the very idea of a resurrection out of the Old Testament have tried tomake out that Job expected to be restored and vindicated in this life, but he evidently did not expect any such thing, for,according to the text, it is clear that he feared he would die at once! We gather from this verse, by a negative process ofreasoning, that the living Redeemer and the vindication which was to be brought to him by that living Redeemer were mattersof hope in another life after death!
Beloved, you and I know this Truth of God from many declarations of our Lord in His Divine Book. Though we die in one sense,yet in another we shall not die, but live! Though our bodies shall, for a little while, sleep in their lowly resting places,our souls shall be forever with the Lord. We shall spend an interval as unclothed spirits in the company of Him to whom weare united by vital bonds-and then the trumpet of the archangel shall summon our bodies from their sleeping places to be reunitedwith our souls! These bodies, the comrades of our warfare, shall be companions of our victory! "This mortal must put on immortality."
He who raised up Jesus shall also raise us up! We shall come forth from the land of the enemy in fullness of joy. Thereforewe ought to take great comfort from the words of our text and be of good courage. We shall die-there is no discharge in thiswar. We shall die-let us not sit down like cowards and weep tears bitter with despair. We sorrow not as those that are withouthope! Let us view our departure in the soft and mellow light which is shed upon it by the words, "You shall bring me to death,and to the house appointed for all living."
III. I pass on to notice the QUIET EXPECTATION which breathes in this text. It is my prayer that we may enjoy the same restfulness.My dear Brothers and Sisters, the text is full of a calm stillness of hope. Job speaks of his death as a certainty, but speaksof it without regret. No, more than that, if you read the connection-it is with a smile of desire, with a flush of expectancy-"Iknow that You will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living." Many men are unable to regard death withcomposure-they are disturbed and alarmed by the very hint of it.
1 want to reason with those disciples of our Lord Jesus who are in bondage from fear of death. What are the times when menare able to speak of death quietly and happily? Sometimes they do so in periods of great bodily suffering. I have, on severaloccasions, felt everything like fear of dying taken from me simply by the process of weariness, for I could not wish to liveany longer in such pain as I then endured-and I have no doubt that such an experience is common among sufferers from acutedisorders. The sons and daughters of affliction are not only trained to wait the Lord's will, but they are even driven todesire to depart-they would sooner rest from so stern a struggle than continue the fierce conflict.
It is well that pain and anguish should cut the ropes which moor us to these earthly shores, that we may spread our sailsfor a voyage to the Better Land! Oh, what a place Heaven must be to those whose bones have worn through their skin throughlong lying upon the bed of anguish! What a change from the workhouse or the infirmary to the New Jerusalem! I have stood atthe bedside of suffering saints where I could not but weep at the sight of their pains-what a transi-
tion from such agony to bliss! Track the glorious flight of the chosen one from yon weary couch to the crown, the harp, thepalm branch and the King in His beauty! The bitter suffering of the body helps the Believer to look upon his translation asa thing to be desired.
The growing infirmities of age work in the same way. Yonder venerable Sister has, at length, become quite deaf. Her greatdelight was to attend the House of God and she still comes, but the service is a dumb show to her-she cannot hear her pastor'svoice which was once so sweet in her ears. Her eyes, after being helped with more powerful glasses, are, at length, unableto read that dear old Bible which remained her sole solace when she could not hear. Her existence, now, is but half life-shecannot walk far-even in crossing the room, her limbs tremble. She is already half gone. Do you not think that she will nowfeel happy to quit life, even as a ripe apple easily leaves the tree? At any rate, there will be little strength with whichto resist the plucking of Death's hands. It will be well when the spirit breaks away from the dilapidated hovel of the time-wornbody and rises to the building of God-the house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens! Many of God's aged servants whohave been spared to advanced years have come to look out for the setting of earth's sun without a fear of darkness. Whilethey have seemed to have one foot in the grave, they have really had one foot in Heaven!
Beloved, without either falling into sickness, or aging into infirmity, we can reach this state of mind in another way-bybeing filled with an entire submission to the will of God. When the decree of God is our delight, we feel no abhorrence toanything which He appoints, either in life or in death. If we are living as Christians ought to live, we have denied our self-willand we have accepted the Lord to be the Arbiter of all events, the absolute Ruler of our being. If your soul is truly marriedto Christ, you find your supreme bliss in the Bridegroom's will. Your cry is, "Your will be done!" This should be our ordinarycondition in daily life and it is an admirable preparation for thinking of death with composure. Let me live, if God willbe with me in life! Let me die, if He will be with me in death! So long as we are, "forever with the Lord," what matters whereelse we are? We will not further ask when or where-our when is "forever"-our where is "with the Lord." Delight in God is thecure for dread of death!
Next, I believe that great holiness sets us free from the love of this world and makes us ready to depart. By great holiness,I mean great horror of sin and great longing after perfect purity. When a man feels sin within him, he hates it and longsto be delivered from it. He loathes the sin that is around him and cries, "Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwellin the tents of Kedar!" Have you ever been cast in the midst of blasphemers? I am sure you have then sighed to be in Heaven.If you have been sickened by the drunkenness and debauchery of this city, you have cried, "Oh that I had wings like a dove!For then would I fly away and be at rest." Did you not wish as much last year when the lid was being lifted from the reekingcaldron of London's unnatural lust? I am sure I did. I sighed for a lodge in some vast wilderness where rumor of such villainymight never reach me again. In the midst of human sin, if the trumpet were sounded, "up and away," you would be glad to hearit so that you might speed to the fair land where sin and sorrow will never assail you again!
Another thing that will make us look at death with complacency is when we have a full assurance that we are in Christ andthat, come what may, nothing can separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Doubt your salvationand you may well be afraid to die. Let even a shadow of doubt fall on the clear mirror in which you see your loving Lord andyou will be disquieted. If you can say, "I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which Ihave committed unto Him against that day," you cannot fear! What reason can you have for alarm? A Christian should go to hisbed at night without an anxious care as to whether he shall wake up in this world or in the next. He should so live that nothingwould need to be altered if his last hour should strike.
Let us imitate Mr. Wesley's calm anticipation of his end. A lady once asked Dr. Wesley, "Suppose that you knew you were todie at twelve o'clock tomorrow night, how would you spend the intervening time?" "How, Madam?" he replied, "why just as Iintend to spend it now. I should preach this evening at Gloucester and again at five tomorrow morning. After that I shouldride to Tewkesbury, preach in the afternoon and meet the society in the evening. I should then repair to friend Martin's house,who expects to entertain me, converse and pray with the family as usual, retire to my room at ten o'clock, commend myselfto my heavenly Father, lie down to rest and wake up in Glory!"
Live in such a way that any day would make a suitable top stone for life! Live so that you need not change your mode of living,even if your sudden departure were immediately predicted to you! When you so live, you will look upon death without fear.We usually fear because we have cause for fear-when all is right we shall bid farewell to terror!
Let me add that there are times when our joys run high, when the big waves come rolling in from the Pacific of eternal bliss!Then we see the King in His beauty by the eye of faith and though it is but a dim vision, we are so charmed with it that ourlove of Him makes us impatient to behold Him face to face. Have you not sometimes felt that you could sit in this congregationand sing yourself away to everlasting bliss? These high days and holidays are not always with us. All the days of the weekare not Sabbaths and all our halting places are not Elim. Brothers and Sisters, when we do play upon the high-sounding cymbals,then we are for joining the angelic chorus! When we feel Heaven within us and stand like the cherubim above the Mercy Seatwith outstretched wings, then we do not dread the thought of speedy flight! "Now, Lord, why do I wait? My hope is in You."Yes, we even cry with Simeon, "Now let Your servant depart in peace, according to Your Word." Brethren, we shall soon be onthe wing! Then will we rise and sing and sing as we rise! We will ascend yon blue sky and, within the jeweled portal, we willspend eternity in praise!
I hope some of you are getting up, a bit, out of your notion that to think of death is gloomy work. I trust you will beginto view it with hope and confidence.
IV. I conclude by saying that this subject affords us SACRED INSTRUCTION. "I know that You will bring me to death, and tothe house appointed for all living." Brothers and Sisters, I shall not always have the privilege of coming here on the Sabbathto speak with you. Perhaps, before long, another voice will invite your attention and I shall be silent in the grave. Neitherwill you mingle in this throng which so happily gathers here-not much longer will you sit among those who frequent these lowercourts. What then?
Let us prepare for death. Let us cleave to the Lord Jesus who is our All. Make your calling and election sure. Believe inthe Lord Jesus Christ and believe intensely. Repent of sin and fly from it earnestly and with your whole heart.
Live diligently. Live while you live. Let every moment be spent as you will wish to have spent it when you survey life fromyour last pillow. Let us live unto God in Christ by the Holy Spirit. May the Lord quicken our pace by the thought that itis but a little while! A short day will not allow loitering. Do we not live too much as if we played at living? A man willpreach a poor sermon if he thinks, "I shall preach for another 20 years." We must preach as though we never might preach again.You will teach that class very badly, this afternoon, if you have a notion that you can afford to be a little slovenly sinceyou can make up, in the future, for the neglects of the present. Drop no stitches. Do all your work at your best. Do a day'swork in a day and have no balance of debt to carry over to tomorrow's account. Soon shall you and I stand before the JudgementSeat of Christ to give an account of the things done in the body-therefore let us live as in the light of that day of days,doing work which may bear that fierce light which beats about the Great White Throne.
Next to that, let us learn from the general assembly in the house appointed for all living to walk very humbly. A common tombmust accommodate us all in the end, therefore let us despise all pride of birth, rank, or wealth. There are no distinctionsin the last Meeting House-the rich and the poor meet together and the slave is free from his master. I hate that pride whichmakes persons carry themselves as if they were more than mortal. "I have said, you are gods; but you shall die like men."A voice from the tombs proclaims a grim equality in death-
"Princes, this clay must be your bed, In spite of all your towers; The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low asours."
Therefore speak no more so exceedingly proud. It is madness for dying men to boast! When Saladin lay a-dying he bade themtake his winding sheet and carry it upon a lance through the camp, with the proclamation, "This is all that remains of themighty Saladin, the conqueror of nations!" A lingerer in the graveyard will take up your skull, one day, and moralize uponit, little knowing how wise a man you were! None will then do you reverence. Therefore, be humble.
Beprompt, for life is brief. If your children are to be trained up in God's fear, begin with them today. If you are to winsouls, continue at the holy labor without pause. You will soon be gone from all opportunity of doing good, therefore, whateveryour hand finds to do, do it with all your might. When the Eastern emperors were crowned at Constantinople, it is said tohave been a custom for the royal mason to set before his majesty a certain number of marble slabs, one of which he was tochoose to be his tombstone. It was well for him to remember his funeral at his coronation! I bring
before you, now, the unwritten marbles of life! Which will you have, holiness or sin, Christ or self? When you have chosen,you will begin to write the inscription upon it, for your life's works will be your memorial. God help us to be diligent inHis business, for it is not long that we can be at it!
Men and women, project yourselves into eternity-get away from time-for you must soon be driven away from it. You are birdswith wings, sit not on these boughs forever blinking in the dark like owls. Bestir yourselves and mount like eagles. Riseto the heights above the present. Life is a short day at its longest and when its sun goes down, it leaves you in eternity.Eternal woe or eternal joy will fill your undying spirit. Your indestructible self must swim in endless bliss or sink in fathomlessmisery! If you mean to be lost, count the cost and know what you are doing. If you have set your mind on sin and its consequences,do the deed deliberately and do not make a sport of it. Oh, Sirs, some of you will, one of these days, wake up as from anawful dream. Oh that you could foresee the scene which awaits you!
Those were strong words, but they were the words of Jesus-"And in Hell he lifted up his eyes, being in torments." These wordsreveal none of that pretty nonsense which some prattle about-"a larger hope"-yet Jesus spoke them and His hope was of thelargest. He that loved you better than these philosophers love you, also said, "Beside all this, between us and you thereis a great gulf fixed so that they which would pass from there to you, cannot; neither can they pass to us, that would comefrom there." Our Lord put it very strongly. If you mean to dare the infernal terrors, I can do no less than ask you to knowwhat you are doing. If you have chosen sin, you have chosen ruin! Begin to consider it and see whether it is worth while.
But if you have chosen Christ, mercy and eternal life and, if by faith these are yours, begin to enjoy them now! Rehearsethe music of the skies. Taste the delights of fellowship with God even here! Rejoice in the victory which now overcomes theworld, even our faith. You will be in the Glory Land before long and some of you much sooner than you think. So, as the sermonends, under a sense of my own frailty, I bid you a sincere adieu. Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away-fare youwell.