783. Sermons from Saintly Deathbeds

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Charles Spurgeon looks at the example of Jacob to show how believers can bring glory to God even in their final hours.

A Sermon Delivered On Sunday Morning, December 1, 1867, By C. H. Spurgeon, At The Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington.

And when Jacob had made an end of commanding his sons, he gathered up his feet into the bed, and yielded up the ghost, and was gathered to his people. (Genesis 49:33)

1. Jacob did not yield up the ghost until he had delivered the last sentence of admonition and benediction to his twelve sons. He was immortal until his work was done. As long as God had another sentence to speak by him, death could not paralyse his tongue. Yet, after all, the strong man was bowed down, and he who had journeyed with unwearied foot for very many miles, was now obliged to gather up his feet into the bed to die. His life had been eventful in the highest degree, but that dread event now came upon him which is common to us all. He had deceived his blind father in his youth, but no craftiness of Jacob could deceive the grave. He had fled from Esau, his angry brother, but a swifter and surer foot was now in pursuit from which there was no escape. He had slept with a stone for his pillow, and had seen heaven opened, but he was to find that it was only to be entered by the ordinary gate. He had wrestled with the angel at the brook Jabbok, and he had prevailed: at this time he was to wrestle with an angel against whom there was no prevalence. He had dwelt in Canaan in tents, in the midst of enemies, and the Lord had said, “Do not touch my anointed, and do no harm to my prophets,” and therefore he had been secure in the midst of a thousand ills; but now he must fall by the hand of the last enemy, and feel the great avenger’s sword. It was appointed to the patriarch to die as lessor men must do.

2. From the wording of the text, it appears very clearly that Israel did not dispute the irrevocable decree, nor did his soul murmur against it. He had long before learned that few and evil were his days, and now that they came to an end, he joyfully accepted their conclusion. He was not like a young bull dragged to the slaughter, but he gathered up his feet by a voluntary act of submission, and then, bowing his head, he yielded up the ghost; like a man weary with a long day’s toil, he was glad to rest, and therefore most cheerfully he attended to the great Father’s summons, and was peacefully gathered to his people and his God. Since this is to be our lot by and by, we may contemplate in our meditations the departure of this mighty man, and ask that our death may be like his, so that we also may finish our course with joy. May we

   So live, that when our summons comes to join
   The innumerable caravan that moves
   To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
   His place appointed by the just decree,
   That thou, sustained and soothed, approach thy grave
   Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
   Around him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

3. It is remarkable, my brethren, that the Holy Spirit has given us very few deathbed scenes in the book of God. We have very few in the Old Testament, fewer still in the New, and I take it that the reason may be, because the Holy Spirit would have us take more account of how we live than how we die, for life is the main business. He who learns to die daily while he lives, will find it no difficulty to breathe out his soul for the last time into the hands of his faithful Creator. If we fight the battle well, we may rest assured of the victory. If, enlisted under the banner of truth, resting in Jesus Christ, we finish our fight and keep the faith, we know that our entering into rest will be a blessed one. Perhaps, the Holy Spirit would also show us that it is not so much to our profit to have our feelings harrowed by recitals of dying experiences. Certain preachers in their sermons are very fond of extorting tears from their hearers by dragging before them the funerals of friends, painting the deathbed scenes of parents, unwrapping the winding sheets of little infants, and exhibiting the skeletons of buried relatives. This may be of some avail: preachers may have used these scenes to work through the natural affections to something deeper, but this is not the way the Holy Spirit has selected. If the teachers of the gospel will study the Holy Spirit’s model, they will learn that we are to strike at the conscience rather than at the natural affections, and teach men holy principles rather than remind them of their sorrows. From the great reticence of the Holy Spirit in this matter, I learn that he would not have us be abundant to excess in such things. Moreover, it may be suggested that the Holy Spirit has given us few of these deathbed scenes on paper, because being present with us, he presents them to us frequently in actual flesh and blood, visible to our eyes and audible to our ears. We are to look upon the presence of the Holy Spirit in the witness of dying men, as in some sense the continuance of the Holy Spirit’s instructive authorship. He has finished that book written with paper and ink, but he is writing fresh stanzas to the glory of God in the deaths of departing saints, who one by one are taken from the evil to come singing the Lord’s praises as they depart. If this is not so at any rate it is true that we have abundant testimonies to the faithfulness of God in the departure of those who, having lived by faith on earth, are now gone to see with their own eyes the King in his beauty, and the land which is very far off.

4. During the past week, as most of you know, God has seen fit to remove from the midst of his church a great man, and a prince in Israel, a man greatly beloved, one of the excellent of the earth, an amiable, zealous, talented, godly, and valiant man, esteemed personally wherever he was known, and honoured officially wherever his ministry was enjoyed. Dr. James Hamilton (1814-1867) was one of the most fragrant flowers in the Lord’s garden of sweet flowers to which the Beloved so often comes to gather lilies. He was not a Boanerges—not after the quality of Knox and Luther, but a Barnabas, a son of consolation, a man full of faith and of the Holy Spirit. He had a singular elegance and refinement of style, in which metaphors the most novel and charming abounded, like golden grains in Africa’s sunny fountains; in his utterances he gave forth a pleasant sound, as of one who plays well upon a goodly instrument: he was always musical with harmony of poetic illustration, but always musical with the notes of Christ, always sweet with the perfume of the atoning blood. He was a cedar in our Lebanon—alas! the axe has laid low his glories: he was a gem of purest ray serene, but he shines no longer in the coronet of the church below. He was a nursing father to very many of the Lord’s little one’s, and now we mourn because they lack his help: may they find in God’s Spirit an abundant supply of all sufficient grace. Well, he is gone from us—and while men are sad, there is joy beyond the skies; the loss of earth is the gain of heaven, and if the church has somewhat less below, she has more above. I think I see him at this moment borne upward to his final resting place as a stone squared and polished, to be set into the wall of the Temple of the New Jerusalem; do you not hear the shoutings of “Grace, grace to it?” There is a new jewel this moment in the Redeemer’s crown; heaven is lustrous with the beauty of another blood washed robe; another voice is added to the everlasting song, another shout to the hallelujahs of those who feast at the eternal banquet. The church has lost nothing—she has only seen one of her valiant captains pass through the flood to join the triumphal band upon the other side; but as surely as the church is one, she loses none of her members—as certainly as it is the same church triumphant and militant, so certain it is that Christ loses none of his people, and the church really none of her strength by death. The decease of our friend James Hamilton, in connection with another circumstance of a different character which has happened to me this week, led my meditations very much to saintly deathbeds, and I have therefore fastened upon this occasion to speak with God’s people concerning their passage out of this world to the Father. “’Tis greatly wise,” says the poet, “to talk with our last hours.” Sacred prudence bids us to be familiar with the death shroud and the grave, which must soon be our most intimate acquaintances. Let us sojourn awhile upon the borders of the land unknown, to be sobered at least, if not sanctified.

5. First, let us consider the departure of great saints, and of God’s ministers in particular—what do these teach us? secondly, the various modes of their departure—what do these teach us also?


7. The first that lies upon the surface, is this, “Be also ready for in such an hour as you do not think the Son of man comes.” When in the forest there is heard the crash of a falling oak, it is a sign that the woodsman is abroad, and every tree in the whole company may tremble lest soon the sharp edge of the axe should find it out. We are all mortal, and the death of one should remind us that death lurks close by us all. I trust we do not, by often hearing of death, become callous to it. May we never be like the birds in the steeple, which can build their nests when the bells are ringing, and sleep quietly when the merry marriage or solemn funeral peals are startling the air. May we regard death as the most solemn of all events, and be sobered by its approach. In the old wars of the Danish kings, there is a legend that, when Harold was contending with his brother Harequin, an arrow was seen flying in the air, quivering as if it scarcely knew its way, and was searching for its victim; then suddenly it pierced the leader’s forehead. A little imagination may picture us as being in the same position as the Danish king: the arrow of death is flying for awhile above us, but its descent is sure and its wound is fatal. It ill behoves us to laugh and sport while life hangs on a thread. The sword is out of its scabbard—let us not trifle; it is furbished, and the edge sparkles with fearful sharpness—let us prepare ourselves to meet it. He who does not prepare for death is more than an ordinary fool, he is a madman. When the voice of God is calling to us through the departures of others, if we do not listen to the warning, we may expect him to follow the rejected word of counsel with a blow of wrath; for he often strikes down very terribly those who would not listen to his reproving messages. Be ready, minister, see to it that your church is in good order, for the grave shall soon be dug for you; be ready, parent, see that your children are brought up in the fear of God, for they must soon be orphans; be ready, men of business, you who are busy in the world, see that your affairs are correct, see that you serve God with all your heart, for the days of your terrestrial service will soon be over, and you will be called to give an account for the deeds done in the body, whether they are good or whether they are evil. Oh may we all prepare for the tribunal of the great King with a care which shall be rewarded with the commendation, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”

8. Secondly, the deaths of righteous men should teach us their value. According to the old saying, we never know the value of things until we lose them. I am sure it is so with holy men. Let me urge young people here to prize their aged godly parents, to treat them kindly, to make their last days happy, because they cannot expect to have them long on earth to receive their tokens of affectionate gratitude. Those who have Christian parents, little know how great is the privilege they enjoy until they become parents themselves, and learn the cares and sorrows of the mother’s place and the father’s position. Are any of you favoured with friends who have given you instruction in the faith, whose goodly words and holy examples have helped you on the way to heaven? Thank God much for such good company; be much with them, treasure up the pearls which drop from their lips. They must soon be gone, value them today as you will do when they are departed. Are you privileged with an earnest, faithful, ministry? Do you hear the gospel lovingly and honestly proclaimed? Then bless God ever day of your life for that faithful ministry. All ministry is not such—all people are not in such a case. Be grateful, then, and show your gratitude by giving earnest heed to the things that are spoken, lest by any means you should let them slip, and so should miss the great salvation through lack of earnestness. I do beseech you, dear friends, value the Christian ministry. I ask no honour for men, but I do ask honour for the office which Paul said he would magnify; and wherever you see that God has sent an ambassador, and that his ambassador is urging you in Christ’s place to be reconciled to God, do not turn away from his entreaties, do not close your ear to his persuasions, but honour the man’s office, pay homage to the King who sent him, by yielding up your heart in obedience to the word which is delivered to you.

9. Furthermore, I think the departures of great saints and those who have been eminent, teach us to pray earnestly to God to send us more of such—a lesson which, I am quite certain, needs to be inculcated often. There is sadly little prayer in the church for the rising ministry. You pray for those who are your pastors, and rightly so. “Brethren, pray for us,” you cannot do us a better favour. But there is so little prayer that God would raise up ministers! Do you not know that, as surely as the blood of Christ bought the redemption of his people, as surely as the resurrection of Christ was for the justification of the saints, so surely the ascension of Christ was for the distribution of ministry among the sons of men? Do you not know the passage, “He ascended up on high, he led captives captive, and gave gifts to men…and he gave [these were the gifts] some apostles; and some prophets; and some evangelists; and some pastors and teachers?” Now, you plead the precious blood when you wish to obtain pardon; you plead the resurrection, and you receive justification; but how seldom do you plead the ascension, in order to obtain a faithful ministry! Parts of Christendom are becoming terribly deficient in ministry. I have been told, and I have read in the literature of America, that in many parts of the United States, one-third of the churches are without pastors, believers are struggling and striving after ministers, but cannot find them. There must have been in that case a failure in the prayer, “Lord, send out labourers into the harvest.” And I should not at all wonder if such a case should happen to England, for I see a dreadful lethargy in the hearts of many of God’s people concerning the work of praying for preachers, and assisting in training them. In olden times, if any men showed the slightest ability in speech, the saints sought such out and tried to instruct them, as Aquila and Priscilla, when they found Apollos a man eloquent and mighty in the Scriptures, they took him and instructed him further; and Paul, when he saw that Timothy was an apt scholar, instructed him further in the faith; while our blessed Lord not only preached the gospel, but founded a college in which he had twelve students (and more than that), who constantly went around with him, learning from his example and ministry how they could become teachers of others. But now, truly, there are wiseacres who talk about “manmade ministers,” and despise all attempts to assist our youth to become qualified in the testimony of the truth. The Lord teach them reason and give them common sense, but let no Christian give one single particle of heed to their prattling. Let it be our earnest endeavour, both by prayer and every other means, to seek to obtain from God a succession of earnest, faithful, qualified ministers, for, say what you will, it is upon the ministry that God shall send you that much of the success of the church must depend. Those sects which pretend to do without a special ministry (for it is usually a transparent pretence), may prosper for a little while: their setting up every disciple to be a teacher suits the natural pride of the human heart, and Christian men, being grossly deceived, yield to it for a little while, but I know that not a single one of these communities can endure throughout a generation in vigorous existence. With a spasm of excitement, and a flush of zeal, they grow for awhile, fattening upon those whom they can lure from other churches, and then they dwindle away to nothing, or divide into little knots, (a) each one agreed in hating the other most fervently. What is everybody’s business is no one’s business; and since there is no man appointed to look after souls, no man does look after them; and the whole flock becomes scattered for lack of a shepherd, who, in God’s hand, might have kept them together. Faithful servants of the living God, as you prize the church and its ordinances, strive with God that as he takes one by one of his servants away, he would send us others, so that the church may never lack her standard bearers, and the flock of God never be destitute of pastors after God’s own heart. Pray seven times each day that God may keep alive the name and glory of Christ in the land by faithful teachers of the truth.

10. Yet there is a valuable truth on the other side. We desire always to look at both sides of a question. The taking away of eminent saints from among us should teach us to depend more upon God, and less upon human instrumentality. I was reading, yesterday, the dying prayer of Oliver Cromwell, and one sentence in that man of God’s last breathings pleased me exceedingly. It was to this effect, I think, I have copied out the words, “Teach those who look too much on your instruments to depend more upon yourself.” Brave old Oliver was a man upon whom the whole nation rested; he could say with David, “The earth and all its inhabitants are dissolved: I bear up its pillars.” In a time of terrible anarchy, when men had become fierce with fanatical prophesyings, and wild with political passions, Oliver Cromwell’s iron hand restored peace, and kept a tumultuous land in order; and now, when he would be missed the most, and could hardly be spared, he must depart, and this is his prayer, “Teach them to depend less upon your instrument, and more upon yourself.” You may have observed that frequently when a man is in the zenith of his power, and people have said, “That is the man who of all others we could least afford to lose,” that very man has been taken away, that special light has been quenched, that particular pillar has been removed. The Lord would have all the glory given to his own name. He has said it, said it often in voice of thunder, but men will not hear it, “All power belongs to God.” He will honour and bless an instrumentality, for that is his method of working, but he will not divide the crown with the most honoured agency, he will have all the glory redound to himself; and by frequently breaking up his battle axes and weapons of war, he teaches his church that he can fight with his own bare arm, and win the victory for himself without an instrument of warfare.

11. Coming back, however, to the old thought, do you not think that the departure of eminent saints should teach each one of us to work with more earnestness and perseverance while we are spared? One soldier the less in the battle, my brethren: then you must fill up the vacancy; you who stand next in the ranks must close up, shoulder to shoulder, so that there is no gap. Here is one servant less in the house: the other servants must do all the more work. It is only natural for us so to argue, because we wish the Master’s work to be done, and it will not be done without hands. If we do not preach the gospel, angels will not preach it. If we do not win souls for God, we must not expect cherubim and seraphim to engage in this divine employment. Someone must do it, and, since we would have all done that can be done, you and I must do all the more when helpers are removed. There is one less hand: we must stretch out our hands all the more often to execute the sacred work. Behold, a reaper falls in the corner of the field, and all the harvest must be gathered in before the season is past! Brethren, sharpen your sickles, gather up your strength, toil more hours in the day, throw more strength into your toil; above all, pray for a greater blessing upon what is done. If there is less bread, then we must have a larger benediction to multiply it, to make it sufficient for the tens of thousands. If there are fewer labourers, we must ask the Master to give those labourers the more strength, so that the work may still be done, and nothing be marred for lack of effort.

12. I wish I had the strength, this morning, mental and physical combined, to urge this upon you as I have striven to urge it upon myself. I have sought before the Lord that he would teach me to live an active, earnest, laborious, heavenly life. Very few of us understand what life is. Baxter at Kidderminster, from morning to night spending and being spent for the Master’s service: Whitfield, all over England and America, toiling and labouring without the thought of rest, instant in season and out of season: these are the men we should emulate. But, alas! we do a little, and then we fold our hands, with ridiculous self-satisfaction. Now and then we arouse ourselves to something like zeal, and then we fall back into a state of carelessness. It ought not to be so, but with diligence and perseverance we ought to live as having death in view, and the near approach of the time when the night comes when no man can work.

13. I must leave those lessons with you: I cannot enforce them; the Holy Spirit can.

14. II. Come with me to the second part of my discourse. Much may be learned from the MODES OF DEPARTURE of God’s servants.

15. All believers fall asleep in Jesus, and in him they are all saved; the precious blood has washed them, the hand of Christ keeps them, the earnest of the Spirit is with them, and the everlasting gates are opened to receive them; but not all of them receive the same abundant entrance into the kingdom, neither do all their faces shine with those gleams of glory which rest upon the highly favoured. To some of God’s own children the deathbed is a Bochim, a place of weeping. It is melancholy when such is the case, and yet it is often so with those who have been negligent servants: they are saved, but so as by fire: they struggle into the port of peace, but their entrance is like that of a weather beaten vessel which has barely escaped the storm, and enters into harbour so terribly leaking as to be ready to founder, without her cargo, for she has thrown that overboard to escape the waves, sails torn to shreds, masts gone by the board, barely able to keep afloat. Thousands enter into glory as Paul and his companions in peril landed at Melita, some on boards, and some on broken pieces of the ship; all come safely to land, but it is as it were by the skin of their teeth. In the deathbeds of some believers that text is sadly illustrated, “If the righteous scarcely are saved.” We have known them lying on the brink of eternity, bemoaning themselves in this manner: “God has forgiven me, but how can I forgive myself? I am saved; but, oh! that I had made a profession of religion more plainly and boldly! Oh that I had not been so dilatory in serving my Master! I have prayed so little, given so little, done so little, I am a most unprofitable servant. Woe is me, for I have been busy here and there, and have forgotten my life’s work; I have made money, but have won no jewels for Christ; I have taken care of my family, but alas! I have done next to nothing for the cause of Christ. I shall have no means of serving the cause of God when I enter heaven; I can help the poor, feed the hungry, or clothe the naked, or send the gospel to the ignorant. I might have done much when I was in health and strength, but now I can do little or nothing, for I am weak, and languishing upon this bed. Oh that my Sabbaths had profited me more, and that I had walked more in nearness to God.” Such dolorous heart breaking confessions we have heard, varied occasionally by the lament, “Oh that I had brought up my children better, for now I am obliged to say with David, ‘My house is not so with God,’ although I know that he has made an everlasting covenant with me, ordered in all things and sure.” Many a death pillow has been wet with the penitential tears of saints, who have then fully seen their formerly unobserved shortcomings and failures and laxities in the family, in the business, in the church, and in the world. Brethren, it is beautiful to see the repentance of a dying saint: travel far as you may, you will not readily behold a more comely spectacle. I have seen it, and have breathed the prayer, “Lord, give me a humble and contrite spirit, like what I see before me, and help me now to feel the same brokenness of heart.” Yet at the sight of such instances it has struck me that the fruit though precious was scarcely seasonable: it must be acceptable to God, for he never rejects repentance at any time, but yet a brighter state of soul would have glorified him more in dying moments. We regret to see mourning of soul as the most conspicuous feature in a departing brother, we desire to see joy and confidence clearly revealed at the last. We are glad to see contrition at any time, because it is always a lovely work of the Spirit; but we should have preferred to see it sooner, when regrets would not have been unavailing, when the repentance would have brought forth practical fruit in a change of life. I say, thank God if there is a deep repentance on the deathbed, but this is not the highest or best thing: to enter into life halt or maimed is not the grandest or most comely mode of departing out of this life into another. To die in the dark with Jesus is safe, but to have light at the last is better. We remember reading of a popular minister (and the reading of it has struck through out heart), who, when he was dying, said to those around him, “I die in great bitterness of mind, for I have been one of the most admired trees in God’s vineyard, and yet when I look back upon my past life, I fear I have brought forth many blossoms and many leaves, but very little fruit for God’s glory.” Ah! it will go hard with us, ministers, if we have to sorrow like this in our last hours. You Sunday School teachers, and other beloved labourers for Christ, I trust you will not have to cry at the last, “Our harvest is past, and our summer is ended, and none of our children are saved. Oh, that we had talked to our boys and girls more solemnly! Oh, that we had entreated them with tears to flee from the wrath to come!” I pray God that such may not be your dying lamentations, but that each one of us may live for God at the rate which eternity will justify. When Zeuxis, (b) the old painter, was taking much pains with his painting, pausing over every tint and touch, they asked him why he worked so carefully. He answered. “I paint for eternity.” So let us take good heed in all that we do for God, not offering to him what costs us nothing, nor going out to do his service at random, without prayer for his blessing and fitness for his work: let us take earnest heed to ourselves that we live for eternity, for so shall we wish to have lived when we come to die.

16. It has not infrequently occurred that the death scene has been to the Lord’s departing champions a battle, not perhaps by reason of any slips or shortcomings—far from it, for in some cases the conflict appeared to arise by very reason of their valour in the Lord’s service. Who among us would assert that Martin Luther failed to live up to the light and knowledge which he had received? As far as he knew the truth, I believe he most diligently followed it; beyond most men he was true to conscience, he knew comparatively little of the truth, but what he did know he maintained with all his heart, and soul, and strength; and yet it is exceedingly painful to read the record of Luther’s last few days. Darkness was all around him, thick clouds and tempest enveloped his soul. At last the sky cleared, but it is very evident that, among all the grim battles in which that mighty German fought and conquered, probably the most tremendous conflict of his life was at its close. Can we not guess the reason? Was it not because the devil knew him to be his worst enemy then upon the earth, and therefore hating him with the utmost power of infernal hate, and feeling that this was his last opportunity for assaulting him, he gathered up all his diabolical powers, and came in against him like a flood, thinking that maybe he might at the last overcome the stout heart, and cow the valiant spirit! Only by divine assistance did Luther win the victory, but win it he did. Is this form of departure to be altogether avoided? I do not think so. It is to be dreaded in some aspects, though not in others, for is it not a noble thing for the knight of the cross to die in harness? a blessed thing for the Christian soldier to proceed at once from the battlefield to his eternal rest? The same was the case with John Knox, the Scottish Luther, whose bold spirit feared the face of no man; he was beset with a temptation which seemed a strange one to trouble him, namely, a temptation to self-righteousness. He had always denounced all trust in works, and yet that error assaulted him at last, and he had a long and bitter conflict, though it ended in joyful victory. It has been quaintly said that, “Sometimes God puts his children to bed in the dark.” When our heavenly Father sends the rider upon the pale horse to fetch us home from the school of this life’s tribulation, he comes riding down the street making such a clamour with his horse hoofs that we are alarmed, until we come to know that he is sent by our Father, and then we are glad. God permits the Jordan to overflow its banks when some of his best children are passing through, for he intends to magnify his grace in the last trial of their faith, and thus to show to men, and angels, and demons, who are looking on, how he can triumph in his servants when flesh and heart are failing.

17. Beloved, I think these instances are rare compared with others which I am now to mention. For many saints their departure has been a peaceful entrance into the fair haven of repose. The very weakest of God’s servants have frequently been happiest in their departing moments. John Bunyan, who had observed this fact, in the description of Mr. Feeble-mind’s passage of the river, “Here also I took notice of what was very remarkable; the water of that river was lower at this time than I had ever seen it in all my life. So he went over at last barely getting wet.” Heaven’s mercy tempers the wind to the shorn lamb, and gives to babes no battle, because they have no strength for it: the lambs calmly rest on the bosom of Jesus, and breathe out their lives in the Shepherd’s arms. What encouragement this ought to be for you who are the tender ones among us! what cheering tidings for you who are weak in faith! Like Mr. Ready-to-halt, you shall cry, “Now, I shall have no more need of these crutches, since over there are chariots and horses for me to ride on.” A few weeks ago someone who may be known to some of you by name, Mr. James Upton, late pastor of the church in Cotton Street, more than twenty-five years laid aside from the ministry by a most terrible depression of spirit, which caused him one long unbroken night of soul. He could not engage in any form of devotional exercise, so frightfully was he depressed in spirit, doubtless by some form of mental derangement; but during the last few hours of his life, when he was speechless, and could therefore give no verbal testimony, the gloom which had always been seen in his countenance was removed, and he was evidently at the last enjoying profound peace of mind. If God does not take away melancholy from the believer until the last, he will at the last. If he allows his people to live for years in winter, their summer shall begin at the last hour. When the death dew is heaviest, then shall the light burn the brightest, and, as the body decays and weakens, the soul shall arise in her strength.

18. Many of the saints have gone farther than this, for their deathbeds have been pulpits. It was not so for all of them, for Mr. Whitfield desired to bear a dying testimony for Christ, but did not do so, someone remarking to him, “You have borne so many living testimonies to so many thousands, that your Master needs no dying testimony from you.” If you have read Brainerd’s Journal, what wonderful things he speaks about there, when all his last thoughts were delightfully fixed upon eternity and the world to come! Thus he wrote in his diary, “Oh! how sweet were the thoughts of death to me at this time! Oh! how I longed to be with Christ, to be employed in the glorious work of angels, and with an angel’s freedom, vigour, and delight.” At another time he wrote, “’Tis sweet to me to think of eternity; but oh! what shall I say about the eternity of the wicked! I cannot mention it or think of it. The thought is too dreadful!” His thoughts, however, were all taken up with the joyful eternity belonging to believers, into which he entered with holy triumph. Then there was that dear man of God, Mr. Payson. His last expressions were weighty sermons. He says, “I suppose, speaking within bounds, I have suffered twenty times as much as any martyr who was ever burnt at the stake, through the painfulness of my disease, and yet frequently, day after day, my joy in God has so abounded as to render my sufferings not only tolerable but welcome.” When Mr. Matthew Henry was dying, Mr. Illidge came to him, and he said, “You have been accustomed to note the sayings of dying men: this is mine, ‘A life spent in the service of God and in communion with him, is the most pleasant life that anyone can live in the world.’” Well spoken! Our pulpits often lack force and power; men suppose that we speak only out of form and custom, but they do not suspect dying men of hypocrisy, nor think that they are conducting a business and following a profession. Hence the witness of dying saints has often become powerful to those who have stood around their deathbed: careless hearts have been impressed, slumbering consciences have been awakened, and children of God quickened to greater diligence by what they have heard. Brethren, do you never find deathbeds to become thrones of judgment? Have you never seen the hoary saint resting upon the pillows, prophesying like a seer concerning the things of this world and of the world to come? Have you never heard him deliver sentences as weighty as the verdict of a judge? “What,” he says, “what are all these earthly things to me now, now that I am about to leave them?” They are all bubbles and emptinesses. Solomon in his life could not moralize with such force as holy men do in their deaths: and then, as they point the finger to eternity, and tell about worlds to come, and of the need of being prepared for the tremendous day of the great assize, they appear as if, clothed in their white raiment, they were performing a rehearsal of the last dread judgment. Many who do not care for the voice of the ministry, nor even for the witness of God’s written word, have felt the power of the speeches of men standing on the borders of eternity.

19. And, brethren, to bring this to a close, lest I should weary you, we have frequently known cases (indeed, commonly this is the case), when the deathbed has become a Pisgah, from the top of which the saint has viewed his inheritance, while immediately his deathbed has suddenly glowed into the chariot of Amminadib, a flaming chariot like Elijah’s which borne him away to dwell with God. Saints have frequently been in such triumphant conditions of mind, that rapture and ecstasy are the only fit words in which to describe their state. “If this is dying,” one said, “it is worth while living for the mere sake of dying.” Dr. Payson, in his dying hours, wrote to his sister, “If I were to adopt the figurative language of Bunyan, I should date this letter from the land of Beulah, of which I have been for some weeks a happy inhabitant. The celestial city is in full view. Its glories beam upon me, its odours are wafted to me, its sounds strike upon my ears, and its spirit is breathed into my heart. Nothing separates me from it except the river of death, which now appears only as an insignificant rill, that may be crossed with a single step, whenever God shall give me permission. The Sun of Righteousness has gradually been drawing nearer and nearer, appearing larger and brighter as he approached; and now he fills the whole hemisphere, pouring forth a flood of glory, in which I seem to float as an insect in the beams of the sun; exalting, yet almost trembling, while I gaze on this excessive brightness, and wondering, with unutterable wonder, that God should so condescend to shine upon a sinful worm. A single heart and a single tongue seem altogether inadequate for my wants: I want a whole heart for every separate emotion, and a whole tongue to express that emotion.” It has been sometimes said these excitements are produced by delirium or caused by drugs, yet there are multitudes of clear cases in which men have had no delirium, and have been altogether untouched by drugs, as in the case of Halyburton, who said, “I know that a great deal from a dying man will pass for canting and raving; but I bless God, he has kept the judgment I had, so that I have been able to reflect with composure on his dealings with me. I am sober and composed, if ever I was so.…You may believe a man venturing on eternity. I have weighed eternity this last night—I have looked on death as stripped of all things pleasant to nature;…and under the view of all these, I have found that in the way of God that gave satisfaction, a rational satisfaction, that makes me rejoice.” Halyburton, indeed, broke forth into such ecstatic expressions, that I fear to quote them, lest I should spoil them; among his words were these, “If ever I was distinct in my judgment and memory in my life, it is since he laid his hands upon me. My bones are rising through my skin, and yet all my bones are praising him. Oh death, where is your sting? Oh grave, where is your victory?…I am now a witness for Christ, and for the reality of religion.…I have peace in the midst of pain; and oh! how much of that I have had for a time past!—my peace has been like a river—not a poorly thought.…Strange that this body is going away to corruption, and yet my intellect is so active, that I cannot say there is the least alteration, the least decay of judgment or memory; such vigorous actings of my spirit towards God and things that are not seen.” When drawing near his end, one remarked to him, “Blessed are those who die in the Lord.” He replied, “When I fall so low that I cannot speak, I will show you a sign of triumph if I am able.” And when he could no longer speak, he lifted up his hands, clapped them as in a sign of victory, and in a little while departed to the land where the weary are at rest. Oh, it is grand to die like this, to have foretastes of heaven here below; to partake of dainty dishes brought from off the tables of immortals, to sustain our souls while lingering here! This shall be your portion, and this shall be my portion, if we are faithful until death, continuing diligent in service. I have already told you, if we believe in Christ, we shall die safely, but we may not necessarily die in this triumph: this blessing is given to those who are faithful, earnest and diligent, a special reward which God reserves for some men who, like Daniel, are greatly beloved, or who, like John, are indulged with special visions of the New Jerusalem, before entering upon the scene!

20. Brethren, as I close my sermon I can only utter the present yearning of my ardent spirit—

   Oh, if my Lord would come and meet,
   My soul should stretch her wings in haste,
   Fly fearless through death’s iron gate,
   Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

(a) Knot: A small group, cluster, band or company of persons or things (gathered together in one place, or associated in any way. OED.
(b) Zeuxis (of Heraclea) was a painter who flourished during the 5th century BC. See Explorer "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeuxis"

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