Monday, April 10, 2017

“He loved us and gave Himself for us, and we have washed our robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.”

There is singing up in heaven such as we have never known,
Where the angels sing the praises of the Lamb upon the throne;
Their sweet harps are ever tuneful and their voices always clear,
Oh, that we might be more like them while we serve the Master here.

But I hear another anthem, blending voices clear and strong,
“Unto Him who hath redeemed us and hath bought us,” is the song;
We have come thro’ tribulations to this land so fair and bright,
In the fountain freely flowing He hath made our garments white.

Then the angels stand and listen, for they cannot join that song,
Like the sound of many waters, by that happy blood-washed throng;
For they sing about great trials, battles fought and vict’ries won,
And they praise their great Redeemer who hath said to them, “well done.”

So, although I’m no an angel, yet I know that over there
I will join a blessed chorus that the angels cannot share;
I will sing about my Savior who upon dark Calvary
Freely pardoned my transgressions, died to set a sinner free.

Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,
And I expect to help them make the courts of heaven ring;
But when I sing redemption’s story they will fold their wings,
For angels never felt the joys that our salvation brings.
                                              Rev. Johnson Oatman, Jr.

For it became him, for whom are all things, and by whom are all things, in bringing
many sons unto glory, to make the captain of their salvation perfect through sufferings.                                                                                                                  Hebrews 2:10

     Oh, my brothers and sisters, what delight and transport will seize the minds of those
who are redeemed!  How will God be glorified then!  Why, every wound of Christ will
cause an everlasting song!  As we shall circle His throne, rejoicing, will not this be the
very summit of all our harmony—“You were slain, and have redeemed us unto God by
Your blood”?  We must not say what God could do, or could not do, but it does seem
to me that by no process of creation could He have ever made such beings as we shall be
when we are brought to heaven; for if He had made us perfect, then we would have stood
through our own holiness; or if He had forgiven us without an atonement, then we would
never have seen His justice, nor His amazing love.  But in heaven we shall be creatures
who feel that we have everything, but deserve nothing; creatures who have been the
objects of the most wonderful love, and therefore, so mightily attached to our Lord, that
it would be impossible for a thousand Satans ever to lead us astray!
     Again—we shall be such servants as even the angels cannot be, for we shall feel
under deeper obligation to God than even they!  They are but created happy; we shall be
redeemed by the blood of God’s dear Son, and I am sure, brothers and sisters, day without
night we shall circle God’s throne rejoicing, having more happiness than the angels, for they
do not know what evil is, but we shall have known it to the fullest—and yet shall be perfectly
free from it!  They do not know what pain is, but we shall have known pain, and grief, and
death—and yet shall be immortal!  They do not know what it is to fall, but we shall look
down to the depths of hell and remember that this could have been our portion.  Oh, how
we will sing, how we will chant His praise, and this, I say again, shall be the highest note,
that we owe all to that bright one, that Lamb in the midst of the throne!  We will tell it over,
and over, and over again, and find it an inexhaustible theme for melodious joy and
song—that He became man, that He sweat great drops of blood, that He died, that He
rose again!  While the angels are singing, “Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,” we
will bid them stop the song a moment, while we say, “He whom you thus adore was once
covered with bloody sweat.” As we cast our crowns at His feet, we will say, “And He was
once despised and rejected of men.” Lifting up our eyes and saluting Him as God over all,
blessed forever, we will remember the reed, the sponge, the vinegar, and the nails; and
as we come to Him, and have fellowship with Him, He shall lead us beside the living
fountains of water!  And we will remember the black brook of Kedron of which He
drank, and the awful depths of the grave into which He descended.  Amid all the
splendors of heaven we shall never forget the agony, and misery, and dishonor of earth;
and even when they sing the loudest sonnets of God’s love, and power, and grace, we
will sing this after all, and before all, and above all, that Jesus, the Son of God died for
us, and this shall be our ever-lasting song—“He loved us and gave Himself for us, and
we have washed our robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.”             
                                                                                           Charles H. Spurgeon  

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