You shall be without fault!
(Maria Sandberg, "Glimpses of Heaven!" 1880)
the LAMB wherever HE goes.
These were redeemed from among
men . . . they are without fault before
the throne of GOD" Revelation 14:5
To the believer burdened with
inward conflict, and struggling
against the sin which dwells in him--
what a blessed glimpse of
Heaven is this!
Free from sin--
how delightful!
What can convey a picture
of greater happiness? A joyful
multitude without fault before
the throne of GOD!
This is the bliss for which he sighs--
the end which he purposes through
grace to attain. Even now, he is
striving after it; striving daily
to be without fault.
But as he grows in self-knowledge,
he sees more and more the many
faults and failings into which he
falls, and he would sink in despair,
and give up the conflict--
but for the hope of final
victory in Heaven.
the throne of GOD!"
And when you reach that throne,
oh, tempted soul, such will be
your happy lot! But remember,
you must persevere in your way
to it. You must hate every sin,
and wrestle and strive after
perfect holiness.
This alone is the way of preparation
for the heavenly bliss to which you
aspire. Aim at perfect holiness,
long after it, pray for it; though
you do not attain it fully here
on earth. Yes, you will feel that
you are on your way to
the mansions of holiness!
And the thought that when
you arrive there, you shall be
without fault, will strengthen
and nerve you for the battle.
The hope of final triumph and
success will encourage you.
The certainty of victory will cheer
your heart. The assurance of your
being forever without fault before
the throne of GOD, will be to you
a foretaste of eternal happiness!
darling; there is no flaw in you!"
Song of Songs 4:7
"I have a home above,
From sin and sorrow free;
A mansion which eternal love
Designed and formed for me!
My FATHER'S gracious hand
Has built this sweet abode;
From everlasting it was planned,
My dwelling-place with GOD!
My SAVIOR'S precious blood
Has made my title sure;
HE passed through death's dark raging flood,
To make my rest secure!
The COMFORTER has come,
The earnest has been given;
HE leads me onward to the home
Reserved for me in Heaven.
Your love, O precious LORD,
My joy and strength shall be;
Til YOU shall speak the gladdening word
That bids me rise to THEE!
And then through endless days,
Where all YOUR glories shine;
In happier, holier strains, I'll praise
The grace that made me THINE!"
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