Death, Night of – Charles Spurgeon

“THE night comes.” You cannot put it off. As sure as night comes in its due season to the earth, so death comes to you. There are no arts nor maneuvers by which night can be deferred or prevented, nor by which death can be postponed or altogether adjourned. The night comes,” however much we may dread it, or however much we may long for it; it comes, with stealthy tread, surely, and in its appointed time. The night comes.” The night comes for the pastor, who has labored for his flock; for the evangelist, who has preached with earnestness; for the Sabbath-school teacher, who has loved her charge; for the missionary, who has worked for souls. “The night comes.” The night comes for the sitters in the pews; for the father, the mother, the daughter, the husband, the wife. The night comes.” Dear hearer, shall you need to be reminded that the night comes for you? Will you take it home to yourself, or will you, nursing man’s hapless delusion, “think all men mortal but yourself?” The night comes when the eye shall be closed, when the limbs shall grow cold and stiff, when the pulse shall be feeble, and at last shall stop its beating. “The night comes.”