You have heard the last words of the dying Jesus commending His Spirit into His Father’s hands. And now the Life of the world hangs dead upon a tree. The Light of the world, for a time, shut up in a dismal cloud. The Son of righteousness set in the region and shadow of death. The Lord id dead; He that conquered death is now Himself to be locked up in the grave. All friends and lovers of Jesus are now invited to His funeral. “Come, see the place where the Lord lay.”
Death is a dragon, the grave its den, a place of dread and terror; but Christ goes into its den, grapples with it, and overcomes it, disarms it of all its terror, and not only makes it cease to be inimical, but to become the greatest blessing to the saints; a bed of rest, and a perfumed bed; they do but go into Christ’s bed where He lay before them.
John Flavel, sermon on John 19.40-42