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.
