Souls of Men, Unfaithfulness to the – Charles Spurgeon

IF you could but stand by one death bed where a soul is taking its leap in the dark; if for once in your lives you could hear the cries of a spirit as it enters into the thick darkness which is to be its everlasting abode; if you could but have painted before your eyes in verity the last tremendous day, and the multitudes on the left hand; if you could but gaze for a moment at the Heaven which your own children I fear may miss through your indifference; or if you could but look but for a second upon that Hell to which multitudes of your neighbors are descending every day, surely you would be down on your knees saying, “Forgive me, great God, for all my past neglect, and from this hour cleanse me from the blood of souls by the blood of Jesus, and help me to be instant in season and out of season in instructing my fellow men. Never from this day until I die may I neglect an opportunity of telling to men how they may be saved.”