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God’s People Delivered
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Jerusalem, swells the despairing wail, “He is the Son of God!” They
seek to flee from the presence of the King of kings.
In the lives of all who reject truth there are moments when
conscience awakens, when the soul is harassed with vain regrets.
But what are these compared with the remorse of that day! In the
midst of their terror they hear the voices of the saints exclaiming:
“Lo, this is our God; we have waited for him, and he will save us.”
Isaiah 25:9
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The voice of the Son of God calls forth the sleeping saints.
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Throughout the earth the dead shall hear that voice, and they that
hear shall live, a great army of every nation, kindred, tongue, and
people. From the prison house of death they come, clothed with
immortal glory, crying: “O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where
is thy victory?”
1 Corinthians 15:55
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All come forth from their graves the same in stature as when
they entered the tomb. But all arise with the freshness and vigor of
eternal youth. Christ came to restore that which had been lost. He
will change our vile bodies and fashion them like unto His glorious
body. The mortal, corruptible form, once polluted with sin, becomes
perfect, beautiful and immortal. Blemishes and deformities are left
in the grave. The redeemed will “grow up” (
Malachi 4:2
) to the full
stature of the race in its primeval glory, the last lingering traces of
the curse of sin removed. Christ’s faithful ones will in mind and soul
and body reflect the perfect image of their Lord.
The living righteous are changed “in a moment, in the twinkling
of an eye.” At the voice of God they are made immortal and with
the risen saints are caught up to meet their Lord in the air. Angels
“gather together his elect from the four winds, from one end of
heaven to the other.”
Matthew 24:31
. Little children are borne to
their mothers’ arms. Friends long separated by death are united,
nevermore to part, and with songs of gladness ascend together to the
city of God.
Into the Holy City
Throughout the unnumbered host of the redeemed every glance
is fixed upon Jesus. Every eye beholds His glory whose “visage was
so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of