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THE HEAVENLY PROSPECT

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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 20, 1868

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 32, No. 17.

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THE HEAVENLY PROSPECT.

By Maggie A. Morse

Time still rolls on. Oh! how the weary, care-worn pilgrim longs for that land of rest, where sorrow and anguish will never be known. We think this earth very beautiful now; but what will it be then? There will be no sickness or death, no new-made graves where we have laid loved ones to rest. Oh, no! We shall shed no tears of sorrow over the friends we love, and then lay them away to rest beneath the cold, cold sod. No, the inhabitants of that country will never suffer pain or death. All that enter that happy place will no more have the trials and troubles of this life to contend with. Then the enemy of all mankind will have no power over the faithful ones; for they have at last gained the haven of rest, and have received the crown of life and a harp of gold.
What a blessed thought that the time is near when all that is evil will be banished from off the face of the whole earth, and nothing but that which is pure and holy will be in all this universe. Who can imagine the glory and splendor of this earth as it was when it first came from the hands of its Creator? But now how changed and marred its beauty. Then there was no destroying enemy to mar the happiness of the dwellers in that holy garden. How happy they will be when they see the new earth restored to what it was when they first saw it. How thankful we should be that there has been a way opened for us that we might come to the fountain of life. How many of us realize the great sacrifice which was made for us? I fear we too often forget the suffering and anguish which our dear Saviour endured for us, while here on this earth. We think we have great trials and temptations; but what are they compared with the trials of our blessed Redeemer. He bore the sins of the world, and then suffered the shameful death of the cross, that we, poor, sinful mortals, might have eternal life. Is it not worth striving for?
Cheer up, lone pilgrim. Not many more years will roll round, not many more trials and troubles to overcome, before we shall rest safe on the “evergreen shore.” Then let us be up and doing, striving harder than ever before to win the prize. Lord, help us all to reach that happy shore, is my prayer.
MAGGIE A. MORSE.
Deerfield, Minn.