"He was buried." A Sermon for Easter EvenMacgill, Thomas (Curate of Clapham)
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"He was buried." A Sermon for Easter Even
Macgill, Thomas (Curate of Clapham)
Bible. Corinthians, 1st, XV, 4 -- Sermons; Holy Saturday -- Sermons; Sermons, English -- 19th century
And are there some among you mourning the loss of dear relatives,
departed this life in God’s faith and fear? I bid you look upon the tomb
of Christ, and learn what it is to have sorrow sweetened by grace and
sanctified by truth. If their Saviour strengthened them amid the
weakness of mortality to glory in His cross, and practically to exclaim,
“O death, where is thy sting; O grave, where is thy victory?”—if now you
feel that the fairest flowers you can strew over their memory are those
of faith and hope and love, why should your hearts be heavy and your
spirits faint! Know ye not that Christ hath laid _them_ in his own
resting-place, and that all who sleep in Jesus, God shall bring with Him?
Precious Gospel! which has brought life and immortality to light; which
bids us “not be ignorant concerning them that are asleep”—which tells us
that our departed brethren are blessed, and that when we too shall come
to the shores of the better land, we shall be welcomed by them arrived
before us—that we shall together walk along the golden streets of the
holy city, and sit down together by the fountains of joy which adorn and
beautify our common home.
But whatever may be our private griefs, whatever the hopes we cherish of
departed friends, let the burial and grave of Christ remind us that we
must die, and that after death there is the judgment. It appeals to the
thoughtless and the careless and the gay, with a searching enquiry, “When
will _your_ spirit be at rest?” when corruption preys upon your body, it
asks “are you united to the Saviour? Have your submitted to the
righteousness of God, and renounced your own, as a sinner guilty and
hell-deserving? Have you fled for refuge to lay hold on the hope set
before you on the cross of Christ? Or are you yet dead in trespasses and
sins—a captive to Satan—a vessel fitted for destruction?”
Men and brethren, the fashion of this world passeth away, the grave, and
the mourners, and the funeral train, are preparing for us all. Then it
is high time to awake out of sleep.
And now, “O Lord, grant that as we are baptized into the death of thy
blessed Son our Saviour Jesus Christ, so by continual mortifying our
corrupt affections we may be buried with Him; and that through the grave,
and gate of death, we may pass to our joyful resurrection; for His
merits, who died, and was buried, and rose again for us, thy Son Jesus
Christ our Lord. Amen.”
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London: D. Batten, Printer and Publisher, Clapham Common.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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