done, thou good and faithful servant: . . . enter thou into the joy of thy
lord. Matt. 25:21.
As your senses delight in the attractive loveliness of the earth, think of
the world that is to come, that shall never know the blight of sin and death;
where the face of nature will no more wear the shadow of the curse. Let your
imagination picture the home of the saved, and remember that it will be more
glorious than your brightest imagination can portray. In the varied gifts
of God in nature we see but the faintest gleaming of His glory. It is written,
"Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart
of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him." 1
by the gates of heaven will be thrown open to admit God's children, and from
the lips of the King of glory the benediction will fall on their ears like
richest music, "Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared
for you from the foundation of the world." Matthew 25:34.
redeemed will be welcomed to the home that Jesus is preparing for them.
saw Jesus lead the redeemed company to the gate of the city. He laid hold
of the gate and swung it back on its glittering hinges and bade the nations
that had kept the truth enter in. Within the city there was everything to
feast the eye. Rich glory they beheld everywhere. Then Jesus looked upon His
redeemed saints; their countenances were radiant with glory; and as He fixed
His loving eyes upon them. He said, with His rich, musical voice, "I
behold the travail of My soul, and am satisfied. This rich glory is yours
to enjoy eternally. Your sorrows are ended. There shall be no more death,
neither sorrow nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain." . .
is altogether too feeble to attempt a description of heaven. As the scene
rises before me, I am lost in amazement. Carried away with the surpassing
splendor and excellent glory, I lay down the pen, and exclaim, "Oh, what
love! what wondrous love!" The most exalted language fails to describe
the glory of heaven or the matchless depths of a Savior’s love.
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