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“At evening time it shall be light.” — Zechariah 14:7
Oftentimes we look forward with forebodings to the time of old age, forgetful that at eventide it shall be light. To many saints, old age is the choicest season in their lives. A balmier air fans the mariner’s cheek as he nears the shore of immortality, fewer waves ruffle his sea, quiet reigns, deep, still and solemn. From the altar of age the flashes of the fire of youth are gone, but the more real flame of earnest feeling remains. The pilgrims have reached the land Beulah, that happy country, whose days are as the days of heaven upon earth. Angels visit it, celestial gales blow over it, flowers of paradise grow in it, and the air is filled with seraphic music. Some dwell here for years, and others come to it but a few hours before their departure, but it is an Eden on earth. We may well long for the…
time
when we shall recline in its shady groves and be satisfied with hope until
the time of fruition comes. The setting sun seems larger than when aloft in
the sky, and a splendour of glory tinges all the clouds which surround his
going down. Pain breaks not the calm of the sweet twilight of age, for
strength made perfect in weakness bears up with patience under it all. Ripe
fruits of choice experience are gathered as the rare repast of life’s evening,
and the soul prepares itself for rest.
The Lord’s people shall also enjoy light in the hour of death. Unbelief
laments; the shadows fall, the night is coming, existence is ending. Ah no,
crieth faith, the night is far spent, the true day is at hand. Light is come,
the light of immortality, the light of a Father’s countenance. Gather up thy
feet in the bed, see the waiting bands of spirits! Angels waft thee away.
Farewell, beloved one, thou art gone, thou wavest thine hand. Ah, now it is
light. The pearly gates are open, the golden streets shine in the jasper light.
We cover our eyes, but thou beholdest the unseen; adieu, brother, thou
hast light at even-tide, such as we have not yet.
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“At evening time it shall be light.” — Zechariah 14:7
Oftentimes we look forward with forebodings to the time of old age, forgetful that at eventide it shall be light. To many saints, old age is the choicest season in their lives. A balmier air fans the mariner’s cheek as he nears the shore of immortality, fewer waves ruffle his sea, quiet reigns, deep, still and solemn. From the altar of age the flashes of the fire of youth are gone, but the more real flame of earnest feeling remains. The pilgrims have reached the land Beulah, that happy country, whose days are as the days of heaven upon earth. Angels visit it, celestial gales blow over it, flowers of paradise grow in it, and the air is filled with seraphic music. Some dwell here for years, and others come to it but a few hours before their departure, but it is an Eden on earth. We may well long for the…
time
when we shall recline in its shady groves and be satisfied with hope until
the time of fruition comes. The setting sun seems larger than when aloft in
the sky, and a splendour of glory tinges all the clouds which surround his
going down. Pain breaks not the calm of the sweet twilight of age, for
strength made perfect in weakness bears up with patience under it all. Ripe
fruits of choice experience are gathered as the rare repast of life’s evening,
and the soul prepares itself for rest.
The Lord’s people shall also enjoy light in the hour of death. Unbelief
laments; the shadows fall, the night is coming, existence is ending. Ah no,
crieth faith, the night is far spent, the true day is at hand. Light is come,
the light of immortality, the light of a Father’s countenance. Gather up thy
feet in the bed, see the waiting bands of spirits! Angels waft thee away.
Farewell, beloved one, thou art gone, thou wavest thine hand. Ah, now it is
light. The pearly gates are open, the golden streets shine in the jasper light.
We cover our eyes, but thou beholdest the unseen; adieu, brother, thou
hast light at even-tide, such as we have not yet.
To make sure you never miss an episode, please subscribe today wherever you listen to podcasts.
Producer: Todd Adkins
Voice Artist: Ian Cullen
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