Why so much complaint of death? It is true, death is the
fruit of sin, for by sin, death came into the world. But it is also true,
that death is the finisher of sin to the godly—for by death sin shall be
cast out forever. Sin, conveyed to us in our conception, is so interwoven
with the human frame, that the tie must be dissolved between the soul and
body, before a full and final separation can take place between the soul and
sin. Who then, would fear the furnace, which is only to consume the dross,
that the gold may come forth without alloy? What candidate for heaven would
be averse to lay down mortality—in order to take up immortality; to put off
this corruptible body—in order to put on incorruption? to have his body sown
in dishonor—in order to be raised in honor and glory; and to have the soul
dislodged from his body—that sin might be dislodged from his soul?
Why, then, should I be displeased at such a glorious
exchange? To lay down frail flesh, feeble nature, all my lusts and passions,
all my occasions and temptations to sin, all my infirmities and
imperfections—and to be clothed with perfect beauty and eternal glory—should
rather transport than perplex me. Why tremble at the ghastly gloom, that
shall beam into a boundless noon; or startle at the dark step that shall
usher me into eternal day? If my separation for a few years from my friends,
issues in uninterrupted communion with God, is not the change most happy? If
my distant views, and dim glances of the land afar off, and the King in his
beauty, pass away—that the nearest approaches, most steady views, and
brightest visions, may eternally take place—am not I a gainer to the highest
degree?
Then, Lord, take away the sting of death, and at your
appointed time, through faith, I shall fly into death's arms, not dismayed
at his cold embrace—but burning with a heavenly desire to be forever with
the Lord—which is far better than all the happiness of crowns and thrones
below!