The dawn of heaven breaks,
The summer morn I've sighed for,
The fair sweet morn awakes."
Dr. A. T. Pierson of the United States delivered an earnest address, and the coffin was borne down the aisle, while the great congregation rose and sang,—
"There is no night in Homeland."
Through four miles of streets, crowds lining the way, the large mourning procession passed,—forty coaches and a vast number of private carriages. Flags were at half-mast, bells were tolled, and houses were draped with black.
At Stockwell Orphanage, on a raised platform covered with the emblems of mourning, five hundred boys and girls, who had loved the great man, once as poor as they, saw the solemn procession pass to the grave. Norwood Cemetery, where none had been admitted save by ticket, was already thronged. After a brief service, the Bishop of Rochester pronounced the benediction, and the sorrowing crowd went back to their homes.
More than two years afterwards, March 21, 1894 the Rev. Thomas Spurgeon was called to succeed his father at the Metropolitan Tabernacle.
The manifold work of Charles Haddon Spurgeon will go on forever, through his books, and through those whose steps he has turned heavenward.