A funeral sermon for the Rev. Joseph Kinghorn: preached in St. Mary's Meeting-house, Norwich, on Sunday afternoon, September 9th, 1832Alexander, John
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A funeral sermon for the Rev. Joseph Kinghorn: preached in St. Mary's Meeting-house, Norwich, on Sunday afternoon, September 9th, 1832
Alexander, John
Funeral sermons; Kinghorn, Joseph, 1766-1832
To himself—“thanks be to God who gave him the victory”—death was preceded
by no terrors, and accompanied by no sting. Its bitterness was past
before it was tasted, and he felt “the bliss” without “the pain of
dying.” It has indeed terminated his labours, which he pursued with deep
and increasing interest and delight. It has terminated his accustomed
intercourse with earthly scenes and earthly friends. It has terminated a
life to which he naturally and instinctively clung. But it has not
terminated the existence of his spirit, nor its communion with God, nor
its conformity to his image, nor its joy in the light of his countenance.
Oh, no! He is absent from the body, but he is present with the Lord. He
is gone to the spirits of the just made perfect. He has renewed his
communion with many of the members of his church, which death had for a
while suspended. He is with Watts, and Doddridge, and Fuller, and Ward,
and Hall, and “the general assembly and church of the first born” in
those celestial mansions, where all is perfection, and harmony, and love.
He is in the pursuit of knowledge with ampler capacities and ampler means
than any he possessed on earth. And, above all, he is with
Christ—surrounded by the light and glory of his presence—sitting at his
feet to receive knowledge and joy from his instructions, and deriving,
from the fountain of his mercy, degrees of happiness as large as his
desires, and as lasting as his immortality.
But whilst his decease has thus been productive of perfect and eternal
blessedness to himself, it has been productive of mourning and bitterness
to you. The voice which has often instructed, and admonished, and
comforted you, is now silent in the dust. The heart which was so full of
kindness, and which yearned over you with such paternal anxiety and love,
has ceased its beatings. The eyes which beamed upon you, and wept over
you with unutterable tenderness, are extinguished in the grave—and you
are “sorrowing most of all that you shall see his face no more.” Some of
you have lost the companion of your youth, with whom, for more than forty
years, you have taken sweet counsel, and walked to the house of God in
company. Some of you have lost a father in Christ, whose instrumentality
first awakened you to a conviction of your guilt and danger, and then
calmed your fears and soothed your agitations, by directing you to the
Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world. All of you have
lost a wise and affectionate friend, who was able to advise you in
difficulty, to sympathize with you in sorrow, and to comfort you with the
consolations with which he was comforted of God. And, by this sad
stroke, I too have lost a father and a brother, with whom, for more than
fifteen years, I have associated in this city, and to whose example and
kindness I owe much as a minister of Jesus Christ. We have often
conversed together freely on many subjects, even on those in which we
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