ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and everlasting
joy upon their heads: they shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing
shall flee away. Isa. 35:10.
There will be music there, and song, such music and song as, save in the visions
of God, no mortal ear has heard or mind conceived.
well the singers as the players on instruments shall be there." "They
shall lift up their voice, they shall sing for the majesty of the Lord."
"For the Lord shall comfort Zion: . . . He will make her wilderness like
Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord: joy and gladness shall be
found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of melody."
been shown the order, the perfect order, of heaven, and have been enraptured
as I listened to the perfect music there. After coming out of vision, the
singing here has sounded very harsh and discordant. I have seen companies
of angels, who stood in a hollow square, everyone having a harp of gold. At
the end of the harp was an instrument to turn to set the harp or change the
tunes. Their fingers did not sweep over the strings carelessly, but they touched
different strings to produce different sounds. There is one angel who always
leads, who first touches the harp and strikes the note, then all join in the
rich, perfect music of heaven. It cannot be described. It is melody, heavenly,
divine, while from every countenance beams the image of Jesus, shining with
song that will be when the ransomed of the Lord meet . . .! All heaven is
filled with rich music, and with songs of praise to the Lamb. Saved, everlastingly
saved, in the kingdom of glory! To have a life that measures with the life
of God--that is the reward.
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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