The faithful servant: A sermon, preached in St. Peter's, Southborough, on occasion of the death of the Rev. Stephen Langston — John Shaqi
The faithful servant: A sermon, preached in St. Peter's, Southborough, on occasion of the death of the Rev. Stephen LangstonHoare, Edward
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The faithful servant: A sermon, preached in St. Peter's, Southborough, on occasion of the death of the Rev. Stephen Langston
Hoare, Edward
Funeral sermons; Langston, Stephen, -1878 -- Death and burial -- Sermons; Sermons, English -- 19th century
(5) He was faithful in HIS CHILDLIKE TRUST AT THE END; when his work was
done, and as a little child he was simply resting in the arms of his most
blessed Saviour. I do not attach much importance to the last words of
such a man. When a person has been walking with God for seventy years
and more, we do not want last words to assure us of his faith. But it is
pleasant to see how the old foundations bear, and to watch the last
earthly intercourse of the faithful servant with the faithful Saviour.
It was delightful in this instance to do so. He was sure, perfectly
sure, of his Lord’s fidelity; and when it was said to him, “He will never
leave us,” his reply was “No, never, never.” On another occasion as he
lay in the deepest weakness, he said, “I am thinking of that good
Scotchman who said, “There is nothing so sweet in all this universe as
Christ to die with, and nothing dearer than his love.” Nor was this
merely a matter of feeling, or experience; for he was calmly and
intelligently resting on the great principles of the Gospel. These solid
foundation principles he had preached from the beginning. On these
principles he had lived, and on these principles he died. It was the
thought of redeeming mercy that filled his heart with gratitude. So that
he was heard saying, “He became a curse for me—left alone—deserted by his
own.” That was his one resting place, and resting there he used to
delight in the hymn—
OH! Saviour, I have nought to plead,
In earth, beneath, or heaven above,
But just my own exceeding need,
And Thy exceeding love.
The need will soon be past and gone,
Exceeding great—but quickly o’er,
The love unbought is all Thine own,
And lasts for evermore!
Till at length nothing could be heard but a few detached words, but those
words were quite sufficient to shew where his heart was resting. “Dear
Saviour”—“Looking”—“Covenant”—“Ordered and sure”—“Thy blood and
righteousness”—“Hope”—“End”—“Coming soon”—and then came the message from
heaven itself, “Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord,” and the ransomed
spirit was free from the burden of the flesh.
* * * * *
II. For our second subject, THE MASTER’S WELCOME, I have no time left,
and perhaps it is well, for who can attempt either to describe or imagine
it? The words of this passage seem to indicate that the joys are beyond
all proportion greater than any thing seen here. There are but few
things here, but many joys there, and the many cannot be measured by our
notions of the few.
Then again the expression “the joy of the Lord,” seems to raise us far
above all earthly thoughts, and introduce us as it were into the very
mind of the Lord himself.
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