Now comes the mystery! (last words)

Living is death; dying is life. We are not what we appear to be. On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that, citizens; on this side, orphans, on that, children; on this side, captives; on that, freemen; on this side, disguised, unknown; on that, disclosed and proclaimed as the sons of God.

On this side of the grave we are exiles; on that, citizens.

Death is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may, swell.

Death is the Christian's vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.

Brethren, we are all sailing home; and by and by, when we are not thinking of it, some shadowy thing (men call it death), at midnight, will pass by, and will call us by name, and will say, "I have a message for you from home; God wants you; heaven waits for you.

Death? Translated into the heavenly tongue, that word means life!

Going out into life--that is dying. Christ is the door out of life.

And when no longer we can see Thee, may we reach out our hands, and find Thee leading us through death to immortality and glory.