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December 10
"So shall we ever be with the Lord."¡X1 Thessalonians
4:17
Even the sweetest
visits from Christ, how short they are--and how transitory! One moment our eyes
see him, and we rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory, but again a
little time and we do not see him, for our beloved withdraws himself from us;
like a roe or a young hart he leaps over the mountains of division; he is gone
to the land of spices, and feeds no more among the lilies.
"If today he
deigns to bless us
With a sense of
pardoned sin,
He to-morrow may
distress us,
Make us feel the
plague within."
Oh, how sweet the
prospect of the time when we shall not behold him at a distance, but see him
face to face: when he shall not be as a wayfaring man tarrying but for a night,
but shall eternally enfold us in the bosom of his glory. We shall not see him
for a little season, but
"Millions of
years our wondering eyes,
Shall o'er our
Saviour's beauties rove;
And myriad ages we'll
adore,
The wonders of his
love."
In heaven there shall
be no interruptions from care or sin; no weeping shall dim our eyes; no earthly
business shall distract our happy thoughts; we shall have nothing to hinder us
from gazing forever on the Sun of Righteousness with unwearied eyes. Oh, if it
be so sweet to see him now and then, how sweet to gaze on that blessed face for
aye, and never have a cloud rolling between, and never have to turn one's eyes
away to look on a world of weariness and woe! Blest day, when wilt thou dawn?
Rise, O unsetting sun! The joys of sense may leave us as soon as they will, for
this shall make glorious amends. If to die is but to enter into uninterrupted
communion with Jesus, then death is indeed gain, and the black drop is
swallowed up in a sea of victory.