There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God.
Jerusalem! my happy home!
My soul still pants for thee.
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.
Perhaps heaven may not be so far away as we fancy; and if our eyes were not holden, we should see angels ascending and descending, and blessed spirits thronging all about us.
There is not such a great difference between grace and glory after all. Grace is the bud, and glory is the blossom. Grace is glory begun; and glory is grace perfected. It won't come hard to people that are serving God down here to do it when they go up yonder. They will change places, but they won't change employments.
I change my place, but not my company. While here I have sometimes walked with God, and now I go to rest with Him.
Every Christian that goes before us from this world is a ransomed spirit waiting to welcome us in heaven.
Beyond! beyond! oh, blest beyond!
Oh, heaven, eternal, peaceful, free!
Oh, home on high! I haste from bonds
To find God's boundless rest in thee;
And saints beyond
Shall crowd thy gates to welcome me.
