The Glory of Grace Effected by Weak Means: Being the Substance of a Sermon, Preached on the Death of Samuel Church, Aged Twelve Years. On Sunday Evening, April 14, 1822, by J. Church, at the Surrey Tabernacle.Church, J. (John)
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The Glory of Grace Effected by Weak Means: Being the Substance of a Sermon, Preached on the Death of Samuel Church, Aged Twelve Years. On Sunday Evening, April 14, 1822, by J. Church, at the Surrey Tabernacle.
Church, J. (John)
Funeral sermons; Sermons, English -- 19th century
March the 5th.—Very comfortable all day. About eleven at night, he
suffered much. He said, Oh! I am quite worn out! I hope I shall not be
long. It seems as if I could leave all now—Aunt, I can leave you! I
hope I shall not suffer much at last—do you think I shall? I do not
think you will my dear, but in all your sufferings the Lord will support
you; you are not without sweet support now, are you? Oh, no! I am
greatly supported, What a mercy it is to have promises to rest on. Oh! I
want to go—not so much to get rid of suffering, as to see Jesus, which is
better. Adding, Aunt, this is a comfort to me, you will not be long
after me, nor uncle neither.—Once, when holding him up in my arms, he
feared I should let him fall and cried out, Hold me up, hold me up!
After a short pause, in a very expressive manner, said, Hold thou me up,
and I shall be safe; and then to me, As thy day is, so shall thy strength
be.
One day, he said, I have longed when I have seen people go down into the
water to be baptized, to go too. He was answered, That there was no
salvation in water. He replied, Oh! I know that, but you know it is so
sweet to follow the Lord! At another time, he said, Aunt, I have a
secret hope, that if I was to recover, the Lord would never let me forget
his goodness to me; these afflictions would be useful to me through life.
Once, when in great pain, he said, Its only weaning—I want a great deal
of weaning. Oh what a mercy to be reconciled to the will of the Lord.
The Lord is very good.
The following Saturday, when lifting him into bed, he said, Oh! Aunt, may
the Lord give me patience, and you strength. I answered, I believe he
will. And though we could mot see the end of the Lord, in thus
afflicting him, yet if not before, we should in the light of glory. He
answered, What a mercy to know we are going there. I hope my dear you
know for yourself, you are going there? He replied with great firmness,
Yes, I can say I believe I am.—And last night (alluding to some hours of
great pain and agony) he said, If I could have spoken, though my poor
body was so much afflicted, and my patience almost gone, I could have
said, I know I am going to glory! He added, If I am not deceived, I hope
I am not. Oh! what a great thing to be reconciled to the will God. Oh!
pray for me, that I may have more patience to hold out.
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