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Morning, October 4

Zec 14:7379 words

Morning, October 4

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“At evening time it shall be light.”

Zechariah 14:7

Oftentimes we look forward with forebodings to the time of old age , forgetful that at eventide it shall be light. To many saints, old

age is the choicest season in their lives. A balmier air fans the

mariner’s cheek as he nears the shore of immortality, fewer waves ruffle his

sea, quiet reigns, deep, still and solemn. From the altar of age the

flashes of the fire of youth are gone, but the more real flame of

earnest feeling remains. The pilgrims have reached the land Beulah,

that happy country, whose days are as the days of heaven upon earth.

Angels visit it, celestial gales blow over it, flowers of paradise

grow in it, and the air is filled with seraphic music. Some dwell

here for years, and others come to it but a few hours before their

departure, but it is an Eden on earth. We may well long for the time

when we shall recline in its shady groves and be satisfied with hope

until the time of fruition comes. The setting sun seems larger than

when aloft in the sky, and a splendour of glory tinges all the clouds

which surround his going down. Pain breaks not the calm of the sweet

twilight of age, for strength made perfect in weakness bears up with

patience under it all. Ripe fruits of choice experience are gathered

as the rare repast of life’s evening, and the soul prepares itself for rest.

The Lord’s people shall also enjoy light in the hour of death . Unbelief laments; the shadows fall, the night is coming, existence

is ending. Ah no, crieth faith, the night is far spent, the true day

is at hand. Light is come, the light of immortality, the light of

a Father’s countenance. Gather up thy feet in the bed, see the waiting bands

of spirits! Angels waft thee away. Farewell, beloved one, thou art

gone, thou wavest thine hand. Ah, now it is light. The pearly gates

are open, the golden streets shine in the jasper light. We cover our

eyes, but thou beholdest the unseen; adieu, brother, thou hast light

at even-tide, such as we have not yet.

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Original C. H. Spurgeon work; public domain in the United States. Source provenance retained.

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