There the wicked cease from raging, and there the weary find rest.There the wicked cease from troubling. There the weary are at rest.There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest.
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now consider that when somebody dies and you look at them in the casket they look so peaceful they look like they're at rest that's the position of the body after the soul leaves it and the undertaker fixes up the mouth and the eyes so they can get it to look peaceful you look and go he's resting Thank you. But not everybody who dies is at rest. in the book of revelation chapter 14 it talks about the worshipers of the beast the antichrist those who worship him and the image of the beast and take the number the number of his name it says that their torment rose up forever and ever and they had no rest day or night so everybody who dies appears to be at rest many of them are not it all depends what we do with God with Christ while we are alive there verse 18 he continues there in death the prisoners rest together they do not hear the voice of the oppressor the small and the great are there and the servant is free from his master why is light given to him who is in misery and life to the bitter of soul who long for death but it does not come and search for it more than hidden treasures who rejoice exceedingly and are glad when they can find the grave. Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden and whom God has hedged in? …
I would have been alongside kings and counselors and princes, verse 15, who had gold and filling their houses with silver. Verse 17, there the wicked cease from raging. That's true in heaven. There the weary are at rest. Prisoners are at ease. They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster. The small and the greater there and the slave is free from his master. It's a beautiful picture of peace and solemnity and ease. and he said oh that could have been my lot but I lived and I've lost it all and as a result verse 24 he takes us to his everyday experience my groaning comes at the sight of my food my cries pour out like water when someone served him a simple meal he groaned. The Hebrew word means to shriek. Ugh! Take that away. I have no interest in anything to eat. The man along with the suffering of the sickness is now starving. And his cries come like water poured out. He speaks of his fears in verse 25 and his dread. The things I dreaded have befalled me. …
4. But in what situation is the spirit of a good man, at his entrance into eternity? See, They receive the new-born spirit, and conduct him safe into Abraham’s bosom, into the delights of Paradise; the garden of God, where the light of his countenance perpetually shines. It is but one of a thousand commendations of this antechamber of heaven that “there the wicked cease from troubling, there the weary are at rest.” For there they have numberless sources of happiness which they could not have upon earth. There they meet with “the glorious dead of ancient days.” They converse with Adam, first of men; with Noah, first of the new world; with Abraham, the friend of God; with Moses and the Prophets; with the Apostles of the Lamb; with the saints of all ages; and, above all, they are with Christ. 5. How different, alas! is the case with him who loses his own soul! The moment he steps into eternity, he meets with the devil and his angels. Sad convoy into the world of spirits! Sad earnest of what is to come! And either he is bound with chains of darkness, and reserved unto the judgment of the great day; or, at best, he wanders up and down, seeking rest, but finding none. Perhaps he may seek it (like the unclean spirit cast out of the man) in dry, dreary, desolate places; perhaps And little comfort can he find here, seeing everything contributes to increase, not remove, the fearful expectation of fiery indignation, which will devour the ungodly. …
“There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary be at rest.” When God at first surveyed all the works he had made, “behold, they were very good.” All were perfect in beauty, and man, the lord of all, was perfect in holiness. And as his holiness was, so was his happiness. Knowing no sin, he knew no pain. But when sin was conceived, it soon brought forth pain; the whole scene was changed in a moment. He now groaned under the weight of a mortal body, and, what was far worse, a corrupted soul. That “spirit” which could have borne all his other “infirmities” was itself “wounded,” and sick unto death. Thus, “in the day wherein he sinned, he began to “die;” and thus “in the midst of life we are in death;” yea, “the whole creation groaneth together,” “being in bondage to sin,” and therefore to misery. The whole world is, indeed, in its present state, only one great infirmary. All that are therein are sick of sin; and their one business there is to be healed. And for this very end, the great Physician of souls is continually present with them; marking all the diseases of every soul, and “giving medicines to heal its sickness.” These medicines are often painful, too: Not that God willingly afflicts his creatures, but he allots them just as much pain as is necessary to their health; and for that reason — because it is so. …
Moreover, the term, "sleep," is beautifully used to express the quiet of the body. It rests from labor. Look on the sleeper. He has been weary. He has toiled all day long, but there is no weariness now. He breathes softly. Sometimes a dream may disturb him, but he is not weary—he is resting in the unconsciousness of slumber. It is often pleasing to look upon the face of a weary sleeper. Have you ever passed along a country lane and there, by the roadside, seen the harvestman as he is resting awhile from his toils, lying down upon the bank? What a heavy sleep he has and what a blessed smile there is on his countenance while he is enjoying that rest! Such is the natural sleep of the body, from which comes the metaphor of my text. And is not this sleep of death a resting after toil? The poor limbs are weary. They are now stretched in the grave and covered over with the green sod, that they may not hear the noise above their heads nor be disturbed by the busy din. They are put in their quiet abodes, down deep there in the earth, that none may alarm them. And now let the cannon roar over their tomb, let the thunder shake the sky, let the lightning flash—no sight nor sound can startle them, or cause them dreams! In such still chambers of retirement, their troubles are now over. "There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary are at rest." The body has gone through its battle. The warrior sleeps, the conqueror rests. His brow shall soon be decked with laurels—the very brow which now slumbers in the tomb awhile shall yet rise again to wear the crown of everlasting life! But now it rests awhile till the preparations are complete for the triumphant entry into the Kingdom of God when Christ shall come to receive body and soul into their everlasting resting place! …