When I first engaged myself to preach the gospel, I reckoned, as probable, but upon one or two years, and God has made it above forty-four. And what reason have I to be unwilling now, either to live or die? God’s service has been so sweet to me, that it hath overcome the trouble of constant pains or weakness of the flesh, and all that men have said and done against me. How much the following crown exceeds this pleasure, I am not now able to conceive. There is some trouble in all this pleasant work, from which the soul and flesh would rest. And ‘blessed are the dead which die in the Lord: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.’ O my soul, what need has this kind of strait to trouble thee? Leave God to his own work, and mind that which is thine. So live that thou mayest say, ‘Christ liveth in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh, I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.’ Then, as thou hast lived in the comfort of hope, thou shalt die in the comfort of vision and enjoyment. And when thou canst say of God, ‘Whose I am, and whom I serve;’ thou mayest boldly add, ‘I know whom I have believed, and into his hands I commit my departing spirit.’”

Richard Baxter, Dying Thoughts