"And Israel strenghened himself, and sat up on the bed." - Genesis 48:2
This was an interesting moment in the life, or rather the death, of the
patriarch, and may serve, my soul, to shew what ought to be the conduct
of the believer in his last expiring hours. The imagination can hardly
conceive any situation equally momentous, in every point of view, both
as it concerns a faithful God, a man's own heart, and the church the
dying saint is going to leave behind. What can form a more lovely sight
than a dying saint, sitting up in the bed, (if the Lord permits the
opportunity) and recounting, as Jacob did, the gracious dealings of the
Lord, all the way along the path of pilgrimage - "The God which fed
me," said Jacob," all my life long unto this day: the angel (and who
was this but Jesus?) which redeemed me from all evil. "Pause, my soul.
Anticipate such a day. Figure to thyself thy friends around thee, and
thou thyself strengthened, just to sit up in the bed, to take an
everlasting farewell. What hast thou to relate? What hast thou
treasured up of God's dealings with thee, to sweeten death in the
recital, to bless God in the just acknowledgment, and to leave behind
thee a testimony to others of the truth, as it is in Jesus? My soul,
what canst thou speak of? What canst thou tell of thy God, thy Jesus?
Hast thou known enough of him to commit thyself into his Almighty
hands, with an assurance of salvation? Pause! Didst thou not in the act
of faith, long since, venture thyself upon Jesus for the whole of thy
everlasting welfare? Didst thou not from a perfect conviction of thy
need of Jesus, and from as perfect a conviction of the power and grace
of Jesus to save thee - didst thou not make a full and complete
surrender of thyself, and with the most perfect approbation of this
blessed plan of God's mercy in Christ, to be saved wholly by him, and
wholly in his own way, and wholly to his own glory? And as such, art
thou now afraid, or art thou now shrinking back, when come within sight
almost of Jesus's arms to receive thee? Oh, no! blessed be God, this
last act of committing thy soul is not as great an act of faith as the
first was; for since that time thou hast had thousands of evidences,
and thousands of tokens in love and faithfulness, that thy God is true.
Sit up then, my soul, and do as the dying patriarch did; recount to all
around thee thy confidence in the Son of God, who "hath loved thee, and
given himself for thee." Cry out, as he did, "I have waited for thy
salvation, O Lord." And as this will be the last opportunity of
speaking a word for God, testify of his faithfulness, and encourage all
that behold you to be seeking after an interest in Jesus, from seeing
how sweetly you close a life of faith before you begin a life of glory,
in blessing God, though with dying lips, that the last notes which you
utter here below, may be only the momentary interruption to the same
subject in the first of your everlasting song - "To him that hath loved
you, and washed you, from your sins in his blood."
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