ing the hospitalities of her heavenly mansion; of Esther, bending before the golden rod of the Almighty King; of Elizabeth and Mary, blessed above women, engaged in sweet and holy converse; of Anna, enjoying the long-looked for consolation of Israel; of Joanna, a ministering spirit; of the woman of Canaan, happy in the unending possession of her daughter; of the woman of Samaria, standing by the fountain of the water of life; of Jairus' daughter, radiant with eternal youth; of Mary of Bethany, scattering the perfumes of heaven; of Mary Magdalene, clothed and in her right mind; of Dorcas, surrounded by those once poor, but now rich; of Lydia, clothed in heaven's purple; and the "elect lady," standing in the midst of her children; while in the centre of this ever-expanding circle, composed of all that have been saved by Him, stands the cynosure of all eyes, the observed of all observers, the Son of God! as breaks from myriad voices of hovering angels the anthem, “Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honor, and glory, and blessing" while saints redeemed shall join in a song which angels cannot sing, "Unto Him that loved us and washed us from our sins in His own blood, and hath made us kings and priests unto God, and His Father, to Him be glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen." |