"What shall the end be of them that obey not the gospel of God?" What will some do? Some will be stoical, some will whimper, some will turn for human sympathy. Let God answer the question. You would quarrel with me. "A lake of fire" and "a furnace of fire." "In hell he lifted up his eyes, being in torment." "Eternal damnation." "The smoke of their torment ascendeth forever and ever." Let God answer the question. "What shall be the end of them that obey not the gospel of God?" Will you say, "God, I didn't have time enough"? "Behold! Now is the accepted time." Will you say, "God, I had no light?" But "light is come into the world, and men love darkness rather than light." I stand on the shores of eternity and cry out, "Eternity! Eternity! How long, how long art thou?" Back comes the answer, "How long?" "How long sometimes a day appears and weeks, how long are they? They move as if the months and years would never pass away; But months and years are passing by, and soon must all be gone, Day by day, as the moments fly, eternity comes on. All these must have an end; eternity has none, It will always have as long to run as when it first begun." "What shall be the end of them that obey not the Gospel of God?" When Voltaire, the famous infidel, lay dying, he summoned the physician and said, "Doctor, I will give you all I have to save my life six months." The doctor said, "You can't live six hours." Then said Voltaire, "I'll go to hell and you'll go with me." A Leap in the Dark Hobbes, the famous English infidel, said: "I am taking a leap into the night." When King Charles IX, who gave the order for the massacre of St. Bartholomew's day, when blood ran like water and 130,000 fell dead, when King Charles lay dying, he cried out, "O God, how will it end? Blood, blood, rivers of blood. I am lost!" And with a shriek he leaped into hell. King Philip of Spain said; "I wish to God I had never lived," and then in a sober thought he said: "Yes, I wish I had, but that I had lived in the fear and love of God." Wesley said, "I shall be satisfied when I awake in His likeness." Florence A. Foster said, "Mother, the hilltops are covered with angels; they beckon me homeward; I bid you good-bye." Frances E. Willard cried, "How beautiful to die and be with God." Moody cried: "Earth recedes, heaven opens, God is calling me. This is to be my coronation day."