Reader! put not off the solemn preparation. Be not deceived or deluded with the mocker's presumptuous challenge, "Where is the promise of His coming?" See to it that the calls of an engrossing world without, do not foster this procrastinating spirit within. It may be now or never with thee. Put not off thy sowing time till harvest time. Leave nothing for a dying hour, _but to die_, and calmly to resign thy spirit into the hands of Jesus. Of all times, _that_ is the least suitable to have the vessel plenished--to attend to the great business of life when life is ebbing--to trim the lamp when the oil is done and it is flickering in its socket--to begin to watch, when the summons is heard to leave the watch-tower to meet our God! Were you never struck how often, amid the many _gentle_ words of Jesus, the summons "to watch," is over and over repeated, like a succession of alarum-bells breaking ever and anon, amid chimes of heavenly music, to rouse a sleeping Church and a slumbering world? Let this last "word" of thy Lord's send thee to thy knees with the question,--"Am I indeed a servant of Christ?" Have I fled to Him, and am I reposing in Him, as my only Saviour?--or am I still lingering, like Lot, when I should be escaping--sleeping, when I should be waking--neglecting and trifling, when "a long eternity is lying at my door?" He is my last and only refuge; neglect Him--_all is lost_! Believer! thou who art standing on thy watch-tower, be more faithful than ever at thy post. Remember what is implied in watching. It is no dreamy state of inactive torpor: it is a holy jealousy over the heart--wakeful vigilance regarding sin--every avenue and loophole of the soul carefully guarded. _Holy living_ is the best, the _only_, preparative for _holy dying_. "Persuade yourself," says Rutherford, "the King is coming. Read His letter sent before Him, 'Behold I come quickly;' wait with the wearied night-watch for the breaking of the Eastern sky." Let these "_Words of Jesus_" we have now been meditating upon in this little volume, be as the Golden Bells of old, hung on the vestments of the officiating High Priest, emitting sweet sounds to His spiritual Israel--telling that the _true High Priest_ is still living and pleading in "the Holiest of all;" and that soon He will come forth to pour His blessing on His waiting Church. We have been pleasingly employed in gathering up a few "crumbs" falling from "the Master's table." Soon we shall have, not the "_Words_" but the _presence_ of Jesus--not the crumbs falling from His table, but everlasting fellowship with the Master Himself. "AMEN, EVEN SO, COME LORD JESUS." "Wherefore Comfort One Another with THESE WORDS." 1 THESS. iv. 18.