Oh that my heart was a ten-stringed instrument and my life a living epistle in which all might read Him. But, alas! it is so blotted over with unbelief and other sins, that it is hard to pick out His dear name in most of the pages.
Oh! What shall I feel when I see Him face to face and behold those love prints in His glorious body? That will be Heaven—not one of harps and crowns or of anything else—but JESUS and the open vision of His unveiled glories, the ineffable glories of Deity and perfect beauties of humanity ever beaming with new effulgence in the person of our Bridegroom! Then shall we reflect His glory and show forth His praise.
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