Dying Men

When men feel sickness arresting, then they fear death is approaching. But we begin to die as soon as ever we begin to live. Every man's passing bell hangs in his own steeple. Take him in his four elements of earth, air, fire, and water. In the earth, he is as fleeting dust; in the air, he is as a disappearing vapour; in the water, he is as a breaking bubble; and in the fire, he is as consuming smoke. Many think not of living any holier till they can live no longer; but one to-day is worth two to-morrows. Reader, you know not how soon the sails of your life may be rolled up, or how nigh you are to your eternal haven; and, if you have not Jesus as your pilot within you, you will suffer an eternal shipwreck.—Seeker