I HAVE FOUND HIM
I remember well a poor man who had been long accustomed to hear me preach, with whom I never had conversation, until on his dying bed, I visited him. I found God had convinced him of sin; that he knew the Doctrines of Grace; he knew the only way a poor sinner could stand peacefully in the presence of God was by being washed in the blood of Christ, and clothed in His righteousness. But he had not what he wanted. He saw there was a fountain opened, but he wanted to be washed in it. I generally left him with this on his lips,Â—”If I perish, I will go to hell from the foot of the cross. If I perish, I will perish pleading Jesus.” How sure I was he never could perish there! The last day of his life dawnedÂ—poor creature, worn out in body, and harassed in mind, propped up in his bed, he exclaimed, “O I have not yet that which will do to die with. I thought I had hungered and thirsted for righteousness, and that I should be filled;Â—but, alas! I am mistaken. I thought I was a ‘longing soul’, and that I should be ‘satisfied’, but oh! I am not satisfiedÂ—I am dying, and have not hold of Jesus.” Oh! how that man pleaded with JesusÂ—”Lord, wash me in Thy blood.” At length exhausted, he lay still for half-an-hour: a sweet change came over his face, and he said, “I have found Him: I have found Jesus.” I just got to him in time to say, “What, have you indeed found Christ?” He said, “I have.” and his eyes glazed immediately; he sank into the arms of death, and now his soul is among “the spirits of just men made perfect.”
Poor sinner, you will never perish at the feet of Jesus; you will have the consciousness, sooner or later, to a greater or lesser degree, that you are amongst “the just.” You are one of those who can say,
“Black. I to the fountain fly,
Wash me. Saviour, or I die;”
(An extract from a sermon preached by Mr. Septimus Sears at Brighton).