NOVEMBER 1
Write,
Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the
Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow
them. Revelation
14:13
The better
land is the land of rest for the weary, and of sweet repose for the troubled.
Here,
we are often tossed with tempests, and
are not comforted; or
we toil
on in weariness, discouragement, and sadness.
But
"there remaineth a rest for the people of God," and
a glorious rest it is.
For
a time, the poor body will rest in the grave, and the disembodied spirit will
rest in the presence of Jesus.
thy
labour for the cause of Jesus has been exhausting; and
the inward conflict has added greatly to
the trouble of thy soul; but now thou shalt rest!
Rest
from all temptation; no
more trials of faith, patience, and perseverance; no
more solicitations to sin against God, grieve
the Holy Spirit, and dishonor the cause dear to thy heart.
No
more painful afflictions, either
personal or relative; of mind or body.
No
more self-denying duties, nor crucifying of the old man, or mortifying the flesh,
with its affections and lusts.
All
field labour, all outdoor work, is done.
No
more exposure to storms and tempests, to burning
suns or pinching frosts; no
more bleak winds nor pelting showers; "the winter is
past," these things are over and gone.
Rest!
O how delightful the sound to the exhausted traveler!
Rest!
O how pleasant to the poor, tired, and afflicted believer!
No
long, almost endless, days of strong pain remain for thee now.
No
need now to wish for the wings of a dove, that
thou mayest flee away and be at rest.
Thou
shalt rest, and rest for ever.
Thy
rest will be sweeter than an angel's, it
will be as sweet as the rest of Jesus, when he ascended from the tree of
agony, from
the field of blood.
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