|He is Faithful that Promised.|
|I have the keys of hell and of death.| -- REV. i.18.
And from whom could dying grace come so welcome, as from Thee, O blessed Jesus? Not only is Thy name, |The Abolisher of Death;| but Thou didst thyself die! Thou hast sanctified the grave by Thine own presence, and divested it of all its terrors. My soul! art thou at times afraid of this, thy last enemy? If the rest of thy pilgrimage-way be peaceful and unclouded, rests there a dark and portentous shadow over the terminating portals? Fear not! When that dismal entrance is reached, He who has |the keys of the grave and of death| suspended at His golden girdle, will impart grace to bear thee through. It is the messenger of peace. Thy Saviour calls thee! The promptings of nature, when, at first, thou seest the darkening waves, may be that of the affrighted disciples, when they said, |It is a spirit, and cried out for fear!| But a gentle voice will be heard high above the storm, |It is I! Be not afraid!| Death, indeed, as the wages of sin, must, even by the believer, be regarded as an enemy. But, oh! blessed thought, it is thy last enemy -- the cause of thy last tear. In a few brief moments after that tear is shed, thy God will be wiping every vestige of it away? |O Death! where is thy sting? O Grave! where is thy victory? Thanks be unto God, who giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ!| Welcome, vanquished foe! -- Birthday of heaven! -- |to die is gain!|
|REMEMBER THIS WORD UNTO THY SERVANT, UPON
WHICH THOU HAST CAUSED ME TO HOPE!|