The sleep of the body is the gift of God. It is God who steeps the mind in lethe, and bids us slumber, that our bodies may be refreshed, so that for tomorrow’s toil we may rise recruited and strengthened. Yet you close your eyes, but still you see; and there be things in your ear, and head, and brain, which will not let you sleep. This is the felt warfare, is it not? There lies the dead body of sin, and here comes the living spouse of sin, to be immolated upon that same pile. Her name is Pride. She comes; they clasp. The great transgression and the evil imagination, together they lie down, and the flames arise. Every night, before they go to bed, they feel such consciousness of sin that they can hardly sleep. They feel themselves so weak that where others go and think nothing of it, they dare not trust themselves. But the troubled conscience knows Your voice, Your cheering Words awake our joys; Your Words allay the stormy wind, and calm the surges of the mind.
Beloved, he knows your person and all about you. You, with that sick body, that aching head, he knows you and he knows your son with all its sensitiveness; that timidity, that anxiety, that constitutional depression, he knows it all. In that day when I surrendered my soul to my Savior, I gave him my body, my soul, my spirit; I gave him all I had, and all I shall have for time and for eternity. So far from regretting, I would fain renew my vows and make them over again. He called the body the temple of God and desired its perfection, not its destruction. We that are in this body do groan, being burdened, and groan, we shall, till the day of our full redemption and the deliverance of the body from the bondage of corruption! True it is that the utmost diligence of the student cannot shield his body or his mind from fatigue and distress. But think on this: the poor limbs are weary. Such is the natural sleep of the body, from which comes the metaphor. And is not this sleep of death a resting after toil? Absent from the body, it is present with the Lord. It stretches its wings and flies away up to yonder realm of joy! And there, reveling in delight, bathing itself in bliss, it finds a rest from the turmoil of earth infinitely better than any rest in sleep.
You are his sheep. “Thine they were,” he says, “and thou gavest them me; and those that thou gavest me I have kept.” His own redeemed shall hear the heavenly voice and obey it! There is no resisting this Divine necessity! Jesus says, "I must bring them, and they shall hear My voice." That voice is not the sound of accusation but of calm. He comes out of the conflict not only victor over his adversary, but victor over sin within himself, and all the readier for future war against evil. Though the enemy rush in like a flood, though the spear be ready to smite, the Good Shepherd stands. I think I see Him, the Divine Man, standing there confronting His adversaries. And when He has cast His glance upon His foes, I see His eyes going to and fro throughout the whole earth to gaze upon a sight far more pleasant to Him. That sight is you, poor trembling one, lying awake in the watches of the night. Sleep is a suspension of the faculties, but not a destruction of the body. And in the suspension of your own struggling, in the quiet resting after toil, you must go and see the place where the Lord lay, then you will soon perceive how the stone is rolled away and how to rise again is made possible and certain, too! He gives his beloved sleep. It is no use for my little finger to have unity with my hand and my arm if that arm is not united to my body, and my body is not united to my head. So each Believer must be personally joined to Christ. And if we all love Him, then Christ loves all of us, and we are living in Christ and Christ is living in us, and this is that marvelous miracle of union between the Divine and the human which, when men see it, are astonished! Let not your heart be troubled; the body shall sleep, and the mind shall be kept in perfect peace, stayed on him.