We ought not to look upon death as we do. Bishop Heber has written of a dead friend!
“Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrow and darkness encompass the tomb;
Thy Savior has passed through its portals before thee,
And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom.”
The roll is being called, and one after another is being summoned away, but if their names are there, if we know that they are saved, how sweet it is, after they have left us, to think that we shall meet them by and by; that we shall see them in the mom when the night has worn away.
During the late war a young man lay on a cot, and they heard him say, “Here, here!” and some one went to his cot and wanted to know what he wanted, and he said, “Hark! hush! don’t you hear them?” “Hear who?” was asked, “They are calling the roll of heaven,” he said, and pretty soon he answered, “Here!” and he was gone.
If our names are in the Book of Life, by and by at the trumpet call of the resurrection morning, when the name is called, we can say with Samuel, “Here, Lord Jesus,” and fly away to meet Him.—MOODY.
