WE groan within ourselves, waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body, looking for Jesus to come to change this vile body, that it may be fashioned like unto His glorious body.
‘This is the joy we seek to know,
For this with patience we would wait,
Till call’d from earth, and all below,
We rise our gracious Lord to meet;
To wear our crowns, our palms to bear,
And praise the love that brought us there.’
I feel often, that, if the Lord tarry, this earthly house must soon fall; but to be with Christ, clothed or unclothed, will be sweet. Jesus is the source and fountain of all bliss. Oh, that while we sojourn here, we may seek to glorify Him in all we say or do! that we may henceforth live unto Him who died for us, and rose again; so that all we do we may do unto Him,― His honor, His glory, our object; that self may sink, and Jesus, only Jesus be present to the eye of faith―Jesus crucified, Jesus risen, Jesus at the right hand of God! There is peace in Him, and only in Him. Everything, compared with Jesus, is tasteless, dry, and unsavory. He is the only One to be depended on. We may safely trust Him. We may lean our whole weight on Him. He is the Rock firm and strong, able to bear us up. Oh, there is such beauty in all He ever said or did, that we long to see such a wonderful Saviour! Well, He will fulfill our desire, for the Lord Himself shall descend from heaven; it is the Lord Himself we shall meet in the air; it is the Lord Himself with whom we shall ever be. This is our blessed hope, and
It shines upon the way,
That leads us to the Lamb.