I do not believe there is any moment of more ecstatic delight to the soul, than the one in which it finds that God’s place for it is its own. It is a moment of unspeakable delight; it has reached the climax of everything, and it knows that it is there, It is a wonderful moment; but, I say, woe betide the person who is satisfied with stopping at it What the Lord warns them about, on their getting into the land, is their state in it,