278 HEAVENLY CONTEMPLATION and cordial friendship be so great, what delight shall we have in the friendship of the Most High, and in our mutual intimacy with Jesus Christ, and in the dearest love of the saints ! Surely this will be a stricter friend- ship, and these more lively and desirable friends, than s ever the sun beheld ; .arid both our affections to our Father and Saviour, and especially theirs to us, will be such as we never knew here. If one angel could de- stroy a host, the affections of spirits must also be pro - portionably stronger, so that we shall then love a thou - i sand times more ardently than we can now. As all the attributes and Works of God are incomprehensible, so is this of love ; he will love us infinitely beyond our most perfect love to him. What then will there be in this mutual love !" 6. Compare also the excellencies of heaven, with those glorious works of creation, which our eyes now behold. W hat wisdom, power, and goodness, are mani- fested therein ! How does the majesty of the Creator shine in this fabric of the world ! His works are great, sought out of all them that have pleasure therein. What divine skill in forming the bodies of men or beast! What excellency in every plant ! What beauty in flow- ers! What variety and usefulness in herbs, plants, fruits, and minerals ! What wonders are contained in the earth and its inhabitants ; the ocean of waters with its mo- tions and dimensions ; and the constant succession of spring and autumn, of summer and winter ! Think then, if these things, which are but servants to sinful man, are so full of mysterious worth, what is that place where God himself dwells, and which is prepared for just men made perfect with Christ ! `ghat glory is there in the least of yonder stars ! What a vast resplendant body is yonder moon, and every planet ! What an inconceiv- able glory bath the sun ! But all this is nothing to the glory of heaven. Yonder sun must there be laid aside as useless. Yonder is but darkness to the lustre of my Father's house. I shall myself be as glorious as that sun. The whole earth is but my Father's foot- stool. This thunder is nothing to his dreadful voice. These winds are nothing to the breath of. his mouth. If the
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