Consolation in Life and Death, Derived from the Life of Christ: Being the substance of a sermon on the death of Mrs. Turner, preached at the Surrey Tabernacle, on Sunday evening, the 15th of August, 1824Church, J. (John)
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Consolation in Life and Death, Derived from the Life of Christ: Being the substance of a sermon on the death of Mrs. Turner, preached at the Surrey Tabernacle, on Sunday evening, the 15th of August, 1824
Church, J. (John)
Funeral sermons; Sermons, English -- 19th century
spirit gained the victory over these sad corruptions of the human heart.
Sinking and rising, rising and sinking in mind, was her experience till
victorious grace gained the conquest in death. For
"To patient faith the prize is sure,
And all, who to the end endure
The cross, shall wear the crown."
Her attendance upon the word was _early_, _constant_, and _uniform_--as a
wife, a relation, a neighbour, and a friend, few could equal
her--diffident, humble, and serious, loving, kind, peaceable, and
benevolent, none perhaps exceeded her; and this she was by the power of
electing grace. How great her gain, how deep the loss of all who were
related to her in her respectable family, and in the church of God;
possessing a spiritual knowledge of Christ, precious faith in him, a hope
that maketh not ashamed, founded alone on the person, blood, and
righteousness of the Son of God, love to his person, to his truth, his
people, his ministers, his ways, and works, evidenced her eternal
election of God, her complete redemption from the ruins of the fall, and
that the work of grace was genuine on heart, carried by the arms of
divine power and faithfulness. She persevered, _because carried_ to the
end of her days; this is indeed the privilege of all the Lord's people.
For in his love, and in his pity, he saved them, bare them, and carried
them all their days; nor can there be any final perseverance of the
saints, but as they are carried--
"But he that hath loved them, bears them through,
And makes them more than conquerors too.
Hallelujah."
However dear the Lord's people may be to their families, or to the church
on earth; as sinners, all must bow to the awful sentence of "dust thou
art, and to dust thou must return."--Even
"An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave;
Legions of Angels can't confine me there."
An old divine of the last century remarks that "mankind are like sheep
grazing upon a common--death is the butcher appointed to take away first
one and then another." Surely then we may ask who next shall be summoned
away, my merciful God is it I?
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