Brief Life Is Here Our Portion

The time is short” — 1 Corinthians vii. 29.

IIE text does not say that time is short. That were very true. Compared with eternity, time at the very longest is but as a point. But note what the text does say — “The time is short.” It is the time of our Ufe, the space of our opportunity, the little while we shall be upon the present stage of action, that is short. It is narrow and contracted, as the original implies: “Behold,” saith the Psalmist, “thou hast made my days as a hand-breath and mine ane is as nothino; before thee!” Brief is the season we have allotted to us, brethren, in which we can serve the Lord our God.

This is a truth which everybody believes, knows, and confesses. It is trite as a proverb on every tongue; yet how few of us act as if we believed it. We are conscious of the precariousness of other people’s lives, but somehow or other we persuade ourselves that our fiwn time is not quite as limited. We think we have ^’ ample time and verge enough;” but we wonder that our neighbours can be so careless and prodigal of days and years, for we observe the ^Tinkles on their face, and detect the grey hairs on then’ head, and perceive the auguries of death in their mien, and we doubt not they will soon have to render in their account. ^’ All men think all men mortal but themselves “is a night-thought that may well startle us, as we rest from the business and the bustle, or the waste and wantonness of each receding day. Why hide ye from yourselves the waning of your own life-work, the weakening of your own strength, the weaving of vour own shrouds? As a creature you are frail; as an inhabitant of the world you are exposed ta casualties; as a man there is an appointed time for you on earth. You must pass off with the tide, you must be swept away with the generation. “The time is short.” Ask the angel what he thinks of the life of a mortal, and he will tell you that he remembers when the first man was made, and since then the earth has been changing, ever changing its tenants. Peradventure he is baffled to recount the races that have come and gone, the sires that have given place to sons in countless succession. For a little while they floated on the current, then they sunk beneath the stream. At first they struggled on through centuries, after that they failed, any one of them, to attain a tenth of that pristine age. “Short-lived!” saith he, “they seem to me as leaves upon a tree, as insects on the earth, as flies in the air. Like the grass that flourisheth in the meadows, scarcely have I gazed upon them ere they are cut down, withered, and gone.” Or if you never meet with an angel to interrogate him, talk famiharly -sith one of the trees of an ancient forest. Ask what it has seen, and, though it cannot speak in tones articulate, you can

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lend it a tongue, and it will tell you that hundreds of years have passed, and history has accumulated, from the time when when it was an acorn, till the time when now it covers half an acre with its far-spreading foliacrc. Yes, the oak and elm can tell us that man is but an infant of to-day. Or would you rather take counsel of your fellow creatures, then ask the old man *’ whose wasting oil is spent, and whose hasty sand is ebbing to the last,’* — ask him what he thinks of life. He will tell you that when he was a boy he thought he had a wealth of time before him. So heavily did the days hang on his hands that he played the hours away, and was glad when birthdays told of the year.’? that were gone. His strong desire it was, and his panting ambition, to get loose from the moorings of childhood, and launch out into the great wide sea of turmoil and enterprise: but now he looks back on these seventy years, that have been gradually accumulating, as a dream. Through all the fitful stages of life’s journey time present was always perplexing, it must be past before it is understood. Seems it not to him as yesterday when he left his father’s roof to be an apprentice? He remembers it distinctly, and fondly tells you of some quaint thing that happened in those olden times. How short a while since the bells rang out his marriage-peal, and now his children have passed their childhood; and his children’s children climb his knee, and call him “grandfather.” Yet he remembers wdien, as it were but yesterday, he was himself a little child, and his grandsire clasped him to his bosom. My venerable friends, you will bear witness that I do not exaggerate; mine is not the language of hyperbole; it h only the feeble expression of a forcible experience. You can realise more vividly than I can paint the sensation of looking back over the entire span of three score years and ten; which to the striplin.. appears a very long life, while to you it merely seemsls a watch m the night. And yet, perhaps, there are among you some hoai-y veterans, some elderly matrons, who need to be remmded that the time is short. Present health and activity may tempt you to forget that nature in you stands on the verge of her confine. What if yom- frame be strong; what if the bloom still lino-er on jw cheeks; you have nearly reached the god, the allotted term that mortals cannot pass! I have seen fine days in autumn; the air as soft as balmy sprinc; but they gave no promise of another summer. I knew the season was too far advanced for winter to delay its approach much longer. So, too, my aged friend, be qT *h’°“i” “^ y“‘^!- departiu-e is drawing near, bhoiild five, or even ten years more be gi’anted you, how quickly they must pass when seventy years bygone so rapidly have fled! The remnant of your days f surely cover little space when the whole compass ot your life has stretched over so small an area. Be parsimonious of minutes now, though you mav have been once prodigal of years. From the fag end of life you can have no spare time to parley and postpone; to resolve and trifle with resolutions: to waste and squander golden opportunities. “The time is short.” But to estimate this oracle truly we may well tui-n from the cycles that angels have witnessed, the centuries that trees have flourished, and the seasons that have come and gone m the memory of our sires, to consider the years of the right hand of the Most High. Inquire at the mouth of the Lord. Take counsel of the Eternal God. “A thousand years in his sight are hut as yesterday ichen it is 2?ast, and as a watch in the nightJ” “One day is toith the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one dayT” He sitteth upon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers.^^ Oh sirs,

what ephemera we are; what insects of the hour! Like the grass we spring up, like grass we are mowed down. Compared with the lifetime of the Eternal what is our life? Nay, there is no comparison; it is almost too insignificant for contrast. ‘’My days are like a shadow that declineth; and. I am icithered like grass: hut thou, 0 Lord, shalt endure for ever, and thy remenihrance to all generations I wish I had power to impress this truth on every heart. As I have not I shall try to point the moral it suggests, and pray that the Spirit of God may seal the instruction in every heart.

“The time is short.” It u-ams; it suggests; it inspires; it alarms.

It warns. If ye knew the sterling worth of time ye would shrink from the smallest waste of so precious an article. Fools say that time is long, but only fools. They say that time is made for slaves. He alone is a free man who knows how properly to use his time; and he is a slave indeed who finds it slavery to pursue his calling with a good conscience, and serve his God with diligence, fidelity, and zeal. Knowing that “The time is short” you and I have not au hour to squander upon unprofitable amusements. All amusements are necessarily a dissipation of strength and a misuse of time.

There are some diversions which afford a respite from the incessant strain of labour and anxiety, and are profitable to strengthen the mind and brace up the nerves. These are not only allowable, they are fit and proper. But while recreation is both needful and expedient to keep the mental and physical powers in working order, we can give no countenance to such gambols and gamblings as rather tend to enervate than to invigorate the constitution. Popular taste displays its own perverseness in seeking to extract pleasure from folly and vice. Fashion will lend its sanction to many a pastime that ill becomes any wise, rational, intelligent persons: but the Christian in his relaxations must be a Protestant, seeking healthy impulse and avoiding baneful stimulant. The time is short; we cannot afford to lose it in senseless talk, idle gossip, or domestic scandals. Nor can we afford to plan a round of empty frivolities to while away an afternoon or an evening, as the manner of some is. We shudder at your formal calls and punctilious visits. Our time is too precious to be thus frittered away. Well might Cotton Mather complain of the intrusion after a person had called to see him, as people will call on ministers, as though their time were of no importance. “I would sooner have given that man a handful of money,” said he, “than that he should have thus wasted my time.” You count it little to trespass on our minutes, but in so doing you may spoil our hours. Whether you think it or not, it is often distracting to be molested mth trivial things in the midst of sacred engagements. We may be called from an absorbing study, we may be rudely Interrupted when our knees are 13ent and our heart is lifted up to God in nitercession; we may have our minds hurried off from the weio’htiest matters to listen to the most frivolous observations. It is said of Henry Martin that he never wasted an hour. I wish the same could be said of us, that we wasted neither an hour of our own time, nor an hour of other people’s time. Brethren, the tune is too short to make a desire for friendly intercourse an excuse for frothy conversation. It requires no stretch of imagination to picture to yoiu’selves two men who are both believers in Christ Jesus, called to be saints, and accounted faithful, meeting in a room, and gi’eeting each other as friends. They will surely have somethincT choice to talk about. All heaven is full of God s glory, and the earth is full of his riches. There is rano-e enough for thought, for speech, for profitable converse. Listen awhile. One observes that the weather is very cold. “Yes,” says the other, ‘^I think the frost is still very sharp.” There they stick. They have nothing further to say, till presently one ot them resumes, ‘t will be rather slippery travelhng to-nio-ht;” to which comes the reply, ^’ I dare say many horses will fall down.” And are these the men of whom Peter testifies that they are redeemed from a vain conversation, received by tradition from their fathers with the precious blood of Christ? Are these men who have been made partakers of the Holy Spirit. Is this the frivolity that becomes the heirs of heaven So time is squandered, and the faculty of speech abused. There is an ancient prophecy which I should loc to see fulfilled in modern history. In “David’s Psalm ot

Praise “(only one psalm is so entitled), lie says, ^’ All thy works shall praise thee, O Lord, and thy saints shall bless thee. They shall speak of the glory of thy kingdom and talk of thy power; to make known unto the sons of men his mighty acts and the glorious majesty of his kingdom.” By such converse as that, beloved, ye might redeem the time in thesa evil days. But you are afraid of being charged with cant, or with pushing religion a little too far. Brethren, it is high time we had a little more cant, and did push religion a little farther than has been our wont; for golden opportunities are lost, profitable interchange of holy thought is lamentably neglected. In days of yore, ^’they that feared the Lord spake often one to another, and the Lord hearkened and heard.” Not much of this prevails now among professing Christians. Little enough is spoken worth men’s hearing, much less worth God’s hearing. And if he did hear it, instead of putting it down in ‘^ a book of remembrance “and saying, ^’ They shall be mine,” surely in his infinite mercy he would forbear to record and blot out of memory the vain thoughts and vacant words which could only be a stigma upon their characters. By the brevity of time, then, and by the rapidity of its flight, I admonish you to refrain from all abuses of the tongue. Do invest each hour in some profitable manner, that when past it may not be lost. Let your lips be a fountain from which all streams that flow shall savour of iirace and goodness.

The time, moreover, is much too short for indecision and vacillation. Your resolving and retracting, your planning and scheming, your sleeping and dreaming, your starting up from slumber only to sink down into a drowsier state than before, are a mockery of life, and a wilful murder of time. Of how many of you is it true that if ever you did entertain a noble purpose you never found a convenient season to follow it out. On the verge of conversion sometimes, you have halted till your convictions have grown cool. Ten or twenty years ago you listened to the appeal, “My son, give me thy heart”; and you answered, “I will”; but to this day you have never fulfilled your work. “Go work in my vineyard,” said the Master. “I go, sir,’* was your prompt reply. Yet you have never been* To-day, as aforetime, you stand idling. Some of you, indeed were, thirty or forty years ago, in a more hopeful condition than you are at present. What account can you give of yourselves? What has become of those intervening years? The infinite mercy of God has kept you out of hell, but there is no guarantee that his longsuffering will shield you from destruction another instant. Oh, sirs, the time is short, the business urgent, the crisis imminent. ‘Tis very madness to be hectoring, hesitating, and halting between two opinions. Your vote, sir, before the poll closes. If God be God, serve him. Decide quick, speak sharp. If not, take the alternative, — serve Baal. Let your mind be made up without another moment’s delay. How long, how long halt ye — ah! how long will ye have to halt between two opinions? And you Christian people, with your grand illusive projects, how they melt away! Some of you would have done a great deal that is useful by now if you had not dreamed of doing so much that is imposing. Oh, what wonderful plans for evangelising

London, for converting the whole continent of Europe to Christ float in the brain, evaporate in a speech, and nothing is done. We are like the King of Russia of olden times, who always wanted to take a second step before he took the first. We are always projecting some wonderful scheme that proves too wonderful ever to be carried out. So we dream of what ought to be and should be, of what might be, and as we hope may be. Such “dreams are the children of an idle brain.” The dreamers grow listless, and nothing is done. In the name of the eternal God, I beseech you, if you love him, rise up and get to work. Better slay a single enemy than dream of slaughtering an army. Better that you sow a single grain of corn, or plant a single blade of grass, than dream about fertilising the Sahara, or reclaiming from the mighty sea untold acres of fertile land. Do something, sirs, do something. It is high time to awake out of sleep, for the time is short.

“The time is short.” This may serve to warn us against another folly; that of speculating upon nice points of controversial theology. You know how the school-men used to debate and ^ATangle, clash, and divide in feuds and factions. Fain would they solve the queryhow many angels could stand on the point of a needle, and with many a proposition no less sophistical or absurd would they weary themselves. Strangely indeed was the ingenuity of men taxed to find subjects for discussion in the dark days of those dull doctors of learning. There is a little of the spirit abroad now. Ministers will devote whole sermons to the discussion of some crotchet or quibble that does not signify the turn of a hair practically to anybody in the universe. I have generally noticed that the less important the point is, the more savagely will some persons defend it, as if the world might go to rack and ruin, and all the sinners in it go blindfold to perdition, and the work of salvation must stand still to have this point discussed. One brother, who meets me occasionally, can never be five minutes in my company, but what he attacks me upon the question of free agency and predestination; and I told him the last time I saw him, that I would have it out with him one of these days, but I must defer it till after the day of judgment, for I was too busy to talk to him about that just now. And I do feel so about a great many questions. There are brethren who can fully explain the book of Revelation, though I generally find that they exclaim one against the other, till they declaim each other off the face of the earth. But I would sooner be able to proclaim the cross of Christ, and explain the gospel of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, than decipher the imagery of Ezekiel, or the symbols of the Apocalypse. Blessed is he who can expound the mysteries. I have not any doubt about his blessedness; but I am perfectly satisfied with another blessedness, namely, if I can bring sinners to Jesus, and teach the saints some practical truths which may guide them in daily life. It seems to me the time is much too short to go up in a balloon with speculations, or to go down into the mines of profound thought, to bring up some odds and ends and scraps of singular knowledge. We want to save souls, and conduct them to that heaven where God unfolds his presence and shines eternal day. This seems to me to be the pressing demand upon us now that the time is short, and the night Cometh when ‘’ no man can work.”

The time is short; let this admonish us, brethren, to singleness of purpose. We must have only one aim. Had we plenty of time, we might try two or three schemes at once, though even then we should most probably fail for want of concentrating our energies; but as we have very little time, we had better economise it by attending to one thing. The man that devotes all his thought and all his strength to the accomplishment of one reasonable object is generally successful. My soul, bend thyself down, and lay thyself out for the glory of God. Be this the one aim of thy entire being. Form yom- friendships and order your occupations so as to fulfil this first highest duty of life. Be it your one sole motive to live for his honour, and, if necessary, even to die to promote his renown among the sons of men. “Present your bodies a living sacrifice.” Attune your souls to the great Hallelujah — “While I live will I praise the Lord; I will sing praises unto my God while I have my being; Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord; Bless thou the Lord, O my soul.” Oh, my brethren! this sublime enthusiasm will work wonders. In vain you dissipate your strength and fritter away your opportunities by dividing your attention. You want to be a Christian; meanwhile your heart is set upon getting riches. You would store yom» mind with the learning and wisdom of the world, you wish to gain repute as a good talker in company and a convivial guest at the social board. Ambition prompts you to seek fame among your fellows. Veiy well, I shall not denounce any one of these things, but I would

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use every persuasive to induce you who are believers in Christ to renounce the world. If Christ has bought you with his blood, and redeemed you from this present evil world, he has henceforth a claim on you as his servant, and it is at your peril you take up with any pursuits that are inconsistent with a full surrender of yourself and your service to him. You belong to him; live wholly to him. The reason why the majority of Christians never attain to any eminence in the divine life is because they let the floods of their life run away in a dozen little, trickling rivulets, wdiereas if they cooped them up into one channel, and sent that one stream rolling on to the glory of God, there would be such a force and power about their character, their thoughts, their efforts, and their actions, that they would “live wdiile they lived.”

“The time is short.” This suggests. Do you know wdiat reflection this fact suggested to me? Surely, then, thought I, I have some opportunity to follow out the work of faith, the patience of hope and the labour of love, though not the opportunity I once had. Then picturing to myself an ideal of a short life all used, nothing wasted, all consecrated, nothing profaned, I seemed to see a little child, a little boy giving his young heart to Christ. I saw the lad believing in Jesus while yet beneath his father’s roof and under his mother’s care. No sooner saved himself than he began at once to serve God after a boy’s way, and still increasing in intelligence and energy as a stripling, and afterwards as a yOung man, from the very first he devoted himself wdth all the intensity of his being. So diligent and persevering was he that he lost no time.

So jealously did he watch his own heart, and so far was he from falling into sin, that there were no dreary intervals spent in -wandering and retracing his steps in backsliding and repenting of the evil, in getting lukewarm and rekindling former ardour. With my mind’s eye I followed that young man living a holy life through a succession of years, getting up to the highest possible platform of spirituality, and keeping there, and all the while blessed with such abundance of the graces and gifts of the Spirit of God as should make him bring forth much fruit to the glory of the Father, do much for the honour of Jesus, prove a great blessing to the church, bear a rich testimony to the world, and diffuse saving benefits to the souls of men. This was my ideal of a vessel fit for the blaster’s use. I lino-ered lovinlv upon it. The child became a man. His life was brief. It was soon over. Our days on earth are a shadow; but they may happily be radiant as they pass and leave a trail of light behind. Might not, then, God himself from his eternal dwelling-place look down on the transient career I have sketched with a measure of admiration? The slender threads of fleeting moments are worked up into the goodly fabric of a complete biography. Endowed with one talent — time — and that endowment sparse I The gift so prized as to be economised; so looked after that it is never squandered; so usefully employed that its judicious expenditure can never be vainly regretted: so profitably invested that the faithful steward welcomes the advent of his Lord, ready and anxious to give an account. This is as I would wish to be. Some of you that are unconverted can never hope to receive the greeting that awaits such a faithful servant. You have lost the golden opportunity. You have sunk your patrimony in riotous living. But are there not children here to whom this is possible and youths who might convert my day-dream into a narrative? Oh for men and women with one ambition and one enterprise, to glorify the Lord. Ardently do I desire that God shoukl be glorified in me, and that not in a small measure. I have prayed and I do pray him to make the most he can make of me — to do it anyhow. What if to this end I must be cast into the furnace of affliction and suffer for his sake! What if my honour should be trampled in the dust and my name become a hissing and a by-word, and a reproach among the sons of men, while the witness of my integrity is on high? Here am I, O Lord, to do aught, to bear aught that thou shalt bid. Only do get as much glory to thine own name as can be out of such a poor creature as I am. Who will join me in this petition? Vows made in our own strength are vain. But I solemnly charge each Christian young man to foster this aspiration. In the name of him who has redeemed you with his blood, gird up the loins of vour mind. Survey the course you have to run. Prepare for the good fight of faith, in which you are to engage. Live to the utmost possible consecration of your entire manhood in its triple nature — spirit, soul, and body. Yield yourself up unreservedly to the Lord Jesus Christ. Do not stop to parley. The time is short. “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might, for there is no work nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom in the grave whither thou goest.” <*The time is short.” This inspires us. It ought to fire us ^vitll zeal for immediate action. The sun posts on, the sands run doyn. Now is the accepted time. Let those who love the Lord be prompt. The time to do the deeds that thou must do, or leave thenx undone, flies swiftly past. Be quick. Say not I will do this by-and-by. Dispatch it at once. Other dutiesawait thee. Brief is the space allotted thee for all. Are your children converted? Pray with them

to-night. Let not to-morrow go without putting your arms about their necks, and kneeling down with them devoutly, and praying fervently that God would save their souls. It is the King’s business; it demands haste. “The time is short” for others as well as yourself. A dear brother told me a week or two ago that a man who worked for him frequently brought in goods when they were finished, and he thought that next time the man came in he would speak to him about his soul. When he came, however, business absorbed the employer’s attention, and the man passed away. He felt, he did not know exactly why, pricked in his conscience, and resolved that, as he came twice-a-week, on the next occasion he would inquire as to his eternal interests; but it was too late. Listead of coming again a messenger brought tidings that he was dead.. Startled by the news, he could find no comfort in regrets, though he bewailed as one who could not forgive himself a hundred wasted opportunities in the presence of one keen self-reproach. Oh that an inspiration would constrain you to serve the Lord now I While you are meditating a fine chance some day you are making a foul mess at this hour. Every time the clock ticks it seems to say “now.” The time is so

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hort that the matter is urgent. Do not wait, young man, to preach Jesus till you have had more instruction. Begin at once. You that mean to do something for the poor of London when you have hoarded up some more money, spend your money now; do it at once. You that mean to leave a large sum to charities when you die, defer it not. Be your own executors. Lay out the capital at once: get some joy and comfort in seeing how it is done. Now is the time to carry a good purpose to good effect. Before you were saved the message to you was, “To-day if ye will hear his voice, harden not your heart.” After you are saved the message to you is, “To-day obey his voice, and serve the Lord your God with all your heart and soul and strength.” “The time is short.” !Make the most of it.^

“The time is short.” I want to rino- this sentence louder and louder into your ears. Oh let it inspire you to pray for immediate conversions. I rejoice to know that our beloved friends, Messrs. Moody and Sankey, are coming to London to work for Christ. God grant success to all their labours. May they gather in hundreds of thousands of souls. But I have beea pained to meet with some who are expecting to get converted when they come. Is not such procrastination perilous? Dare any of you run the risk of living till then? Will you wilfully abide in wicked unbelief for a single hour? Can you brook the thought of remaining month after month in jeopardy of your soul ] Is it safe to tempt the Lord and provoke the anger of the Most High? Oh sirs, while you flatter yourselves with pleasing prospects you are beguiling your

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hearts mth a reckless presumption! We want you to be converted, and no time can be more suitable than this present time. Forsake your sin immediately. Do not turn back to dally with it a little longer. Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, and lay hold on the promise of eternal life without any more ado. You may never see another morrow, or the desire that whets your appetite now may fail you then. This is our prayer, that jou may now be brought into the fold of Christ before the year closes, before the sun sets, before the Sabbath ends.

But there are other considerations. Seeincr the time is short, let us bear with patience the ills that vex us. Are we very poor? The time is short. Does the bitter cold pierce through our scanty garments? The time is short. Is consumption beginning to prey on our trembling frame? The time is short. Are we unkindly treated by our kinsfolk? Do our comrades revile, and our neighbours mock us? The time is short. Have we to bear evil treatment from an un-^ generous world? The time is short. Come there cruel taunts to try our tempers? The time is short. The train is in motion. We are travelling at express speed. We shall soon be beyond the reach of all the incidents and accidents that disturb and distract us. As we travel home to our Father’s house the distance diminishes, and we begin to sight the city of the blessed, till we think of ‘’the home over there.^^ “The time is short.” It is needless to murmur or repine, Why trouble yourselves about what you will do a month or two hence? You will probably not be here; you will be in heaven. Your eyes will have ‘’ beheld the King in his beauty; you will have seen the land that is very far off,” for “The time is short.”

“The way may be rough, but it cannot be long; So smooth it with hope and cheer it with song.”

Worklly-mindedness ill becomes us -vvho have confessed that liQ are strangers and pilgrims on the earth. The time is short in which we can hold any possessions in this terrestrial sphere. Then let us not love anything here below too fondly. We brought nothing into this world, and it is certain Ave can carry nothing out. Survey your broad acres, but remember you will not long be able to walk across them. Look on your plenteous crops, but ere long another shall reap the profit of those fields. Count your gold and silver, but know that wealth, greedily as it is sought, wall not give you present immunity from sickness and sorrow, neither wdll it secui’e your welfare when called to quit your frail tenement. Trust in the living God. Love the Lord, and let eternal things absorb your thoughts and engage your affections. “The time is short: it remaineth, that both they that have wives be as though they had none; and they that weep, as though they wept not; and they that rejoice, as though they rejoiced not; and they that use this world, as not abusing it; for the fashion of this world passeth away.”

Are these gloomy reflections? Nay, dear brethren, the fact that the time is short should inspire us whu are of the household of faith with the most joyous expectations. Do you really believe in the everlasting kingdom of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ’? Do you really believe it — that your head is to wear a

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cro“^ai of life that fadeth not away? Do you really believe it — that these feet of yours, all shod mth silver sandals, will stand upon that street of pure transparent gold? Do you really believe it — that these hands shall pluck celestial fruits from trees whose leaves can ne’er wither, and that you shall lie down in the spice-beds in the gardens of the blessed? Do you believe it — that, these eyes shall see the King in that day when he comes in his glory, and that these bones shall rise again from the grave, and your bodies shall be endowed with an incorruptible existence?” Yes,” say you, “we do believe it, and believe it intensely too.” Well, then, I would that ye realised the reality as so near, so very near, that you were waiting expectant of its fulfilment. Who would cry and fret about the passing troubles of a day when he saw the heavens open, beheld the beckoning hand, and heard the voice that called him hence. Oh that the glory might come streaming into your soul till you forget the darkness of the way! Oh that the breeze from these goodly mountains would fan you! Oh that the spray from that mighty ocean would refresh you! Oh that the music of those bells of heaven in yonder turrets would enliven you! Then would ye speed your way towards the rest that remaineth for the people of God, inspired with sacred ardour and dauntless courage. But the nno;odlv are not so. It is to them I must address the last word, “The time is short.” This alarms us; and well indeed it may on their account. Let me toll a knell. It is a dismal knell I have to toll for the un- (•onverted man, to whom life has been a joy, for he has prospered in the world. You have got it at last. You have succeeded in the enterprise on which you set your heart. You have bought the estate that you longed to secure. It is a fine place certainly; but you have only got it for a short term, sir — two or three years! Would you have taken in on that temi? “Oh, not I,” say you, “I would not have taken it at nine hundred and ninety-nine years lease. Freeholds for me! Freeholds for me! Nothing short of a freehold I” Did I say three years? Nay, there is not a man beneath the sun that can guarantee that you will hold it three weeks. “The time is short.” Drive down the broad avenue; walk round the park; look into the old feudal mansion; but the time is short, very short, and your tenure veiy limited. You have spread your canvas, you have plied your sinews, you have exacted the utmost of your brains, and you have gained your object. You are possessed of real property. It is bond fide. What next? Why, make your will. The thing is urgent. The time is short. But what have you not done? You have not believed in Christ. You have not embraced the gospel. You have not found salvation. You have not laid hold on eternal life. You have not a hope to solace you when your strength fails and you pant for breath. How few the opportunities that remain! I look back twenty years of my life and I see my weekly sermons bound in twenty volumes. I can hardly realise the fact that I have been preaching for twenty years. Some of you have attended my ministry all the while. Another year has almost ended; another volume has just accumulated. Well, not many of you will hear another twenty years’ sermons. This is not a wild conjecture. The statistics of mortality reduce contingencies and result in certainty. Among this mass of people we may positively predict the speedy exit of a certain proportion, and the resistless force, like wave o’er wave, will soon bear ns away —

“And am I born to die,
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?

“Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be.”

Eun your chance, careless, callous, void of conscience. It comes at length. You ail a little, your trifling indisposition does not yield to treatment. The symptoms grow serious. The disease is dangerous. Your death is imminent. Pain unnerves you. Terror distracts you. Your family, your friends look at you with helpless pity. The doctor has just left you in dismay. Send for the priest or fetch the parson. But what can they do for you unless you believe in Jesus? ‘Tis over, the last struggle! Then picture yourself to yourself — a lost spirit, asking for a drop of water to cool its tongue! That will be your portion, sinner, “Except ye repent ye shall all likewise perish.” Bethink you, sirs; what a short step there is between you and death. What a short step between you and hell, unless you are delivered by a great ransom. Do you still imagine that there is time enough and to spare. I beseech you, do not cherish so vain a thought. It may be you suspect me of exaggerating. That I cannot do.

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Time is still rushing on, swift but silent. While we speak th-e minutes pass, the hour is soon gone, the day is almost spent I charge you, then, by the Ever Blessed, now listen to the warning; escape from sin; get out of that broad road which leads to destruction; believe in Jesus; lay- hold on eternal life. May the Spirit of God arouse you. May these words be blessed to you. They should be put more forcibly if I knew how. With all the fervour of my soul I entreat you, for I know your everlasting interests are in imminent jeopardy. God grant you may not linger longer, lest haply you linger too long, and perish in your lingering. ^’ The time is short.”

In a little while there will be a concourse of persons in the streets. Methinks I hear some one enquiring, *’ What are all these people waitlng for? ““Do you not know? He is to be buried to-day.” “And who is that?” “It is Spurgeon.” “What! the man that preached at the Tabernacle?” “Yes; he is to be bui’ied to-day.” That will happen very soon. And when you see my coffin carried to the silent grave, I should like every one of you, wdiether converted or not, to be constrained to say, “He did earnestly urge us in plain and simple language not to put off the consideration of eternal things. He did entreat us to look to Christ. Now he is gone, our blood is not at his door if we perish.” God grant that you may not have to bear the bitter reproach of your own conscience But as I feel the time is short, I wdll stir you up so long as I am in this Tabernacle; and I do pray the Lord to bless the word every time we preach it from this platform. Oh, that some souls may be saved, that Jesus

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Christ may be glorified, Satan defeated, and heaven filled with saved ones.

“‘Tis not for man to trifle. Life is brief
And sin is here.
An age is but the falling of a leaf,
A dropping tear.
We have no time to sport away the hours;
All must be earnest in a world like ours.

“Not many lives, but only one, have we — Frail, fleeting man;
How sacred should that one life ever be — That narrow span!
Day after day filled up with blessed toil,
Hour after hour still bringing in new spoil.’’’i

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TREASURY OF DAVID: Containing an Original

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