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Home at Last!, November 7
Well done, thou good and faithful servant: ... enter thou into the joy
of thy lord.
Matthew 25:21
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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 Corinthians 2:9
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By and by the gates of heaven will be thrown open to admit God’s chil-
dren, 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
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Then the redeemed will be welcomed to the home that Jesus is preparing
for them.
Then I 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.” ...
Language 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 Saviour’s love.
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