of the Righteous
the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of
the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise
first: then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with
them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with
the Lord. 1 Thess. 4:16, 17.
Soon appeared the great white cloud. It looked more lovely than ever before.
On it sat the Son of man. At first we did not see Jesus on the cloud, but
as it drew near the earth we could behold His lovely person. . . . The voice
of the Son of God called forth the sleeping saints, clothed with glorious
immortality. The living saints were changed in a moment and were caught up
with them into the cloudy chariot. It looked all over glorious as it rolled
upward. On either side of the chariot were wings, and beneath it wheels. And
as the chariot rolled upward, the wheels cried, "Holy," and the
wings, as they moved, cried, "Holy," and the retinue of holy angels
around the cloud cried, "Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!" And
the saints in the cloud cried, "Glory! Alleluia!"
entered the cloud together, and were seven days ascending to the sea of glass,
when Jesus brought the crowns, and with His own right hand placed them on
our heads. He gave us harps of gold and palms of victory. Here on the sea
of glass the 144,000 stood in a perfect square. Some of them had very bright
crowns, others not so bright. Some crowns appeared heavy with stars, while
others had but few. All were perfectly satisfied with their crowns. And they
were all clothed with a glorious white mantle from their shoulders to their
feet. Angels were all about us as we marched over the sea of glass to the
gate of the city. Jesus raised His mighty, glorious arm, laid hold of the
pearly gate, swung it back on its glittering hinges, and said to us, "You
have washed your robes in My blood, stood stiffly for My truth, enter in."
We all marched in and felt that we had a perfect right in the city.
richer than any music that ever fell on mortal ear, will be heard saying,
"Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you
from the foundation of the world."
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