And so it will avail you nothing to know about Christ, and hear about Christ;--to survey the strength of the city's walls, the glory of its battlements, and the beauty of its palaces. It is "_the righteous who_ RUNNETH _into it_," who alone is "_safe_." What more, in closing, have I to say, but to repeat the solemn word, "_Haste thee, flee for thy life_!" Every hour you put off, the time is shorter; the avenger is nearer; the chances of escape are fewer. There is no time for delay. I say this to the very youngest. I say more. As young feet can run fastest, so it is with young souls. You will never go to Jesus so easily as now. Let nothing keep you back. It is said that on digging up the ruins of Herculaneum, (the city that was buried under the lava of Mount Vesuvius,) the body of a man was found in an upright posture, in the act of running out of the door of his house to escape destruction. He had a bag of gold in his hand. Others had escaped in safety. But this miser loved his gold more than his life. He had returned to fetch it, thinking he would have time enough to escape the terrible doom; but the burning stream overtook him. He was encased in a living sepulchre. It was one, too, of the saddest incidents connected with these Cities of Refuge of old, when some poor, breathless, panting fugitive--just when he was in sight of the city--when he had almost reached the gate, sank exhausted. Or perhaps the case of some other who had lain down weary to sleep, but who had been startled by the avenger at his side, and the drawn sword gleaming before his eyes;--years after, the pile of stones marking the spot where his blood had been shed. But, oh, sadder, sadder far, for any, young or old, to perish within sight of Christ! To suffer the love of sin, or the love of pleasure, or the love of the world, to make them "too late!" To be _almost_, but not _altogether_ saved! To be cut down by the sword of wrath, or overtaken by the fiery stream, with heaven in view! God grant that this may not be the case with any one of _you_! I shall conclude with a happier picture:--The citizens in these Refuge-cities of old, were sometimes seen clustered on the top of the walls, watching the approach of the manslayer, and cheering him on when faint and exhausted. So, think of the happy citizens of the New Jerusalem: Patriarchs, prophets, saints, departed friends, who are now safe within its gates, watching you from these glorious heights, beckoning to you not to tarry, but to be "followers of them who, through faith and patience, are inheriting the promises." "Verily I say unto you, There is joy in heaven among the angels of God over every sinner that repenteth." We have been speaking of the "_name_ of JESUS."