YES, every one hopes it will be all right.
No one yet wished to go to “outer darkness," the place of "weeping and wailing." Each hopes God will have mercy, though “he spared not his own Son." None can for a single moment think of the unflinching judgment of God without fear and terror; still, in the face of all things, they hope.
How plausible is Satan, how much he desires your soul; how easily he hides his hook under his bait.
In Warwickshire, the other night, a young man lay on his bed, breathing heavily, death-sweat upon his brow, dying of consumption. When asked of his soul and his hope, he calmly said, “I hope it's all right; I hope so." We simply presented the dying sinner's Friend, spoke of His work on the cross finished, His work in heaven now going on, His coming out of heaven (Heb. 9:26-28), and then bade him "Good-bye.”
Dear reader, dare you risk your soul, your precious soul, and calmly lie down tonight, and say, “I hope so "? How awfully indifferent are souls everywhere to their best interests, their eternal interests! How is this? How! This is it, they are blind, and led captive. Going, where? Still going! Going now; never stopping; hasting on! End where? The lake of fire!
Our gracious God knows the value of your precious soul. He puts the question for your answer, “What shall it profit a man, if he should gain the whole world and lose his own soul?”
Man, woman, child, in your sins, what of eternity? WM. S.