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river which proceeds out of the throne of God and of the Lamb. A crown of glory shall be yours, and the waving palm of victory; you shall hear the voice of harpers harping with their harps, and you shall join in their ever-new and triumphant song: "Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing." "In thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore."+

Wherefore, beloved, seeing that ye look for such things, be diligent that ye may be found of him in peace.‡ "Walk worthy of God, who hath called you unto his kingdom and glory."§ Remember, that "without holiness no man shall see the Lord."|| And the well-grounded hope of future blessedness necessarily leads to present sanctification. "Every man that hath this hope in him purifieth himself, even as He is pure." The "exceeding great and precious promises" are given to us, not only that we may be gladdened and comforted by them, but also that we may be made partakers of the divine nature, and escape "the corruption that is in the world through lust."** "When Christ, who is our life,

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shall appear, then shall ye also appear with him in glory. Mortify, therefore, your members which are upon the earth."*

Weary and sorrowful pilgrim, the sufferings of the present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that shall be revealed. Let the radiance of coming joys illumine the clouds of present grief; let the melody of heaven-breathed songs soothe the agitation of your troubled spirit. Oh, your "light affliction is but for a moment," and it "worketh for you a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; while you look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal."+

Aged Christian, the time of your departure is at hand. The sunset of life and the night of death usher in the dawn of immortality. The earthly house of your tabernacle is about to be dissolved, but you have a building of God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. "Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance incorruptible † 2 Cor. iv. 17, 18.

* Col. iii. 4, 5.

and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you, who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time: wherein ye greatly rejoice!"*

Listen to the words of your ascended and glorified What is your "Amen. Even so,

Saviour: "Surely I come quickly!" What is

earnest and heartfelt response? come, Lord Jesus!"+

* 1 Pet. i. 3-6.

Rev. xxii. 20, 21.

he Aged Believer at the Gate of Heaven.

THOMAS GUTHRIE, D. D.

I'm kneeling at the threshold, weary, faint and sore; Waiting for the dawning, for the opening of the

door;

Waiting till the Master shall bid me rise and come To the glory of his presence, to the gladness of his

home.

A weary path I've travelled, 'mid darkness, storm and strife;

Bearing many a burden, struggling for my life;
But now the morn is breaking, my toil will soon be

o'er;

I'm kneeling at the threshold, my hand is on the

door.

Methinks I hear the voices of the blessed as they

stand,

Singing in the sunshine in the far-off sinless land; Oh, would that I were with them, amid their shining throng,

Mingling in their worship, joining in their song!

The friends that started with me have entered long

ago;

One by one they left me struggling with the foe; Their pilgrimage was shorter, their triumph sooner

won;

How lovingly they'll hail me when all my toil is done!

With them the blessed angels that know nor grief nor sin;

I see them by the portals, prepared to let me in.
O Lord, I wait thy pleasure; thy time and way are

best;

But I am wasted, worn, and weary; O Father, bid me

rest.

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