The Saints' Reward
THEN I saw a very great number of angels
bring from the city glorious crowns--a crown for every saint, with his name written
thereon. As Jesus called for the crowns, angels presented them to Him, and with His own
right hand the lovely Jesus placed the crowns on the heads of the saints. In the same
manner the angels brought the harps, and Jesus presented them also to the saints. The
commanding angels first struck the note, and then every voice was raised in grateful,
happy praise, and every hand skillfully swept over the strings of the harp, sending forth
melodious music in rich and perfect strains.
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." I saw the redeemed host bow and cast their glittering crowns
at the feet
of Jesus, and then, as His lovely hand raised them up, they touched their
golden harps and filled all heaven with their rich music and songs to the Lamb.
I then saw Jesus leading His
people to the tree of life, and again we heard His lovely voice, richer than any music
that ever fell on mortal ear, saying, "The leaves of this tree are for the healing of
the nations. Eat ye all of it." Upon the tree of life was most beautiful fruit, of
which the saints could partake freely, in the city was a most glorious throne, from which
proceeded a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal. On each side of this river was
the tree of life, and on the banks of the river were other beautiful trees bearing fruit
which was good for food.
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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