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Meditation CIII.
APPROACHING FRUITION.
Hamoaze, Dec. 28, 1760.
Still, my soul, in spite of all your fears, remember that the day-spring of eternity will appear at the appointed time. Sin's gloomy night is far spent, and the morning drawing near, when all the thick shadows will dissolve in endless light. A few revolutions will bring the longed-for day, when he shall appear without sin unto salvation.
A general shout shall welcome his second coming, and united hallelujahs attend the triumphant Judge (when sin and sinners are no more) to the highest heaven, where the bliss of saints and angels is complete, without the least shadow of change. O how sweet the warblings of celestial song, how fair the beauties of eternal noon, and how divine the glories of the throne!
What must the promised land be in the eternal possession—when the account of the two faithful spies, faith and hope, backed by the divine record—is so ravishing! Creation can scarcely furnish fine enough materials for comparison, much less for our bliss itself. There gold is but the dust of our feet, pearls the gates of our city, and gems the foundations of our walls. The sun is but an extinguished candle in the diviner blaze of glory.
The stream and tree of life, at which we feed, continue us immortal. But all this is only the beginning of our happiness, for God reveals himself to every glorified saint in ways not known before, and then what transport fills the soul, what floods of pleasure rise, and deluge every power of mind! O how shall I lie dissolved in ecstacy through love's eternal day! But this abundance of joy shall not have the effect it has on earthen vessels here, to crack and crush them—but shall strengthen all my inward man, that I may praise like angels, and love like seraphim!
What raptures shall arise from that intimate communion my soul shall then enjoy with God, though now my words cannot express it, and my thoughts cannot conceive of it! Then there shall not be the least remains of sin in my soul, not a wandering thought, which now at my best times troubles me; nor a frown in the countenance of God, and therefore no more grief or sorrow. Then I shall fear him out of the purest love; serve him, and not be afraid; approach and come close to his throne, and yet not be accused of presumption.
I shall see him, and not die; and enjoy the nearest and sweetest fellowship with him forever, without being in danger of a wound from spiritual pride. Then will God in very deed dwell with men, and in men; and then, O how full shall my soul be of God, and how satisfied with the society of the heavenly inhabitants! God stamped on every soul, dwelling in every bosom, possessing every thought, the subject of every song, and the object of all our love—renders the whole celestial multitude happy, extremely and eternally happy!
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