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(David Harsha, "The Savior's Ascension")</em>

Heaven is now our true, abiding home.

While on earth we are strangers and pilgrims, 
far from our final rest. And while such is our 
condition here, should we not often think of 
our heavenly home? Should not heaven attract 
us more and more as we journey through life?

Shall we still cleave to earth, since Christ has 
obtained eternal salvation for us, and passed 
into the heavens to prepare a way for our entrance 
into those unending joys in the presence of God?

Oh, let our best affections be placed on 
those spiritual and divine things above.

Let the noblest aspirations of our minds be 
after a more intimate knowledge of Jesus.

Let us look beyond this valley of tears and keep 
our eyes fixed on that better country where the 
Savior ever reigns in glorious majesty; where the 
fountains of bliss ever flow; where the tree of 
life ever spreads its delightful shade, and yields 
its immortal fruits; where all is unending joy, 
and love, and peace, and felicity!

Let our hearts be more and more disentangled from 
the cares and temptations of the present life; let us 
live in the world as those who are not of it; as those 
whose treasure is in heaven, and whose hearts are 
there also.

The nearer a Christian comes to heaven the 
less he loves or esteems this present world.

May our affections rise heavenward, endeavoring 
to bring the realities of future, eternal things more 
vividly before our minds, and to realize our interest 
in them.

O my soul, rise above these earthly scenes; and, 
on the wings of faith, soar to the realms of the 
blessed, where Jesus is enthroned in unspeakable 
glory, reigning as my life, my hope, and my treasure!

Blessed Jesus, we beseech You to show us Your glory, 
and to raise our hearts, our hopes, and our desires, to 
that blessed world to which You have ascended. O 
may our souls be daily rising, in holy thought, towards 
our home where the ransomed of the Lord shall forever 
obtain joy and gladness. May our thoughts become 
heavenly, and our hearts be attuned to those songs with 
which the arches of heaven shall resound to all eternity! 
O my Savior, wean my heart from earth, and enable me 
to place my affection on things above.