I See Christ's Love Is

Heaven Is A House Full Of Miracles; Yea, Of Spectacles And Images Of Free Grace.

I Perceive We Postpone All Our Joys Of Christ, Till He And We Be In Our Own House Above, Thinking That There Is Nothing Of It Here To Be Sought Or Found, But Only Hope And Fair Promises; And That Christ Will Give Us Nothing Here But Tears, Sadness, Crosses; And That We Shall Never Feel The Smell Of The Flowers Of That High Garden Of Paradise Above, Till We Come There. Nay, But I Find It Possible To Find Young Glory, And A Young Green Paradise Of Joy Even Here. We Dream Of Hunger In Christ's House, While We Are Here, Although He Alloweth Feasts To All The Bairns Within God's Household.

You Shall By Faith Sustain Yourself And Comfort Yourself In Your Lord, And Be Strong In His Power; For You Are In The Beaten And Common Way To Heaven, When You Are Under Our Lord's Crosses. You Have Reason To Rejoice In It, More Than In A Crown Of Gold; And Rejoice And Be Glad To Bear The Reproaches Of Christ.

Build Your Nest In No Tree Here...for The Lord Of The Forest Has Condemned The Whole Woods To Be Demolished.

Millions Of Hells Of Sinners Cannot Come Near To Exhaust Infinite Grace.