I am ready to meet God face to face tonight and look into those eyes of infinite holiness, for all my sins are covered by the atoning blood.
Death
Dwight L. Moody
Death may be the King of terrors. But Jesus is the King of kings.
Jason Vallotton
Wisdom says that you should look at your life from the end and work backwards. You shouldn’t be afraid to take a moment, sit down at the edge of your grave and think about your life. What do you want to be known as? What do you want God to say about you? What is going to be most important to you when you are lying on your deathbed? The answers to these questions should be the motivators of your life.
Hanna More
There is one single fact to which we may oppose to all the wit and argument of being an atheist or agnostic namely, that no man ever repented of being a Christian on his death bed.
Aristeides
If any righteous man among the Christians passes from this world, they rejoice and offer thanks to God, and they escort his body with songs and thanksgiving as if he were setting out from one place to another nearby.
Aristeides (125 A. D.)- A non-Christian Greek, in a letter.
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
There is an essential difference between the decease of the godly and the death of the ungodly. Death comes to the ungodly man as a penal infliction, but to the righteous as a summons to his Father’s palace. To the sinner it is an execution, to the saint an undressing from his sins and infirmities. Death to the wicked is the King of terrors. Death to the saint is the end of terrors, the commencement of glory.
Victor Hugo
When I go down to the grave I can say, like many others, ‘I have finished my day’s work!’ But I cannot say, ‘I have finished my life.’ My day’s work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley; it is a thoroughfare! It closes on the twilight, it opens on the dawn!
Francis Frangipane
The devil cannot torment us with the fear of dying if we know that death is but a meeting with God and our departure from earth is but an arrival in heaven.
Corrie Ten Boom
When I enter that beautiful city, And the saints all around me appear, I hope that someone will tell me: it was you who invited me here.
John Flavel
When the corn is nearly ripe it bows the head and stoops lower than when it was green. When the people of God are near ripe for heaven, they grow more humble and self denying.