“He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus!”
There is another aspect of Autumn days, dreary and sad as they apply to the worldling. But to the obedient faithful child of God, their sadness, we have seen, is gentle, peaceful sadness, a tender hush more than counterbalanced by the promise of we know not yet, what exceeding ecstasy and glow of life, while we speak of it as the life everlasting. Aye,
“The grass withereth, the flower fadeth,”
and there must be a hush over Autumn days, because death must be sad, even when it is beautiful. But how sweet and glorious, amid the fall and decay of the loveliness and beauty around us, to be able to rest our heart quietly upon a land beyond earth’s horizon; and to look forward brightly and happily across these changes, “to an inheritance incorruptible and undefiled, and that fadeth not away.”
MUSINGS ON THE SEA-SHORE.
