Death, Sweetness of a Promise in – Charles Spurgeon

AH, how delightful it is to die with a promise on the lip, feeling it in the heart! It may be a very lone cottage, and the stars may come and look through the tiles, and the hangings of the bed may be very ragged, and all the surroundings may be poverty-stricken, but he who can lie there and say, “I know that my Redeemer lives, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: and though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God,” he who can rejoice in the promise of the resurrection, and of the life to come, dies grandly; his bed is changed into a throne, his little room, despite its poverty, becomes a palace chamber, and the child of God, who seemed so poor before, is perceived to be a peer of Heaven’s own blood royal, who is soon about to take possession of his heritage, appointed from before the foundation of the world.