MEDITATION IV.
MEDITATION IV.
THE FINAL JOURNEY.
Leith, March 1758.
Though only now and then, one here, and another there, departs this life, yet on the confines of endless ages, on the borders of the invisible world—what numbers of departing souls are daily passing from every part of the inhabited globe—to appear before the tremendous judgment!
If we glance the obituaries of well populated cities, the numbers that daily die are astonishing. And though nothing be more common than death—yet nothing is more affecting than dying.
I have taken one journey, which may remind me of another that shall overtake me—and that, being my final journey, shall never be followed by a future one. Let not, then, my improvidence in spiritual things, cause me to repent, when repentance, though perpetuated, may be too late.