It Is Certain That This Is Not

I Perceive We Postpone All Our Joys Of Christ, Till He And We Be In Our Own House Above, Thinking That There Is Nothing Of It Here To Be Sought Or Found, But Only Hope And Fair Promises; And That Christ Will Give Us Nothing Here But Tears, Sadness, Crosses; And That We Shall Never Feel The Smell Of The Flowers Of That High Garden Of Paradise Above, Till We Come There. Nay, But I Find It Possible To Find Young Glory, And A Young Green Paradise Of Joy Even Here. We Dream Of Hunger In Christ's House, While We Are Here, Although He Alloweth Feasts To All The Bairns Within God's Household.

I See Christ's Love Is So Kingly, That It Will Not Abide A Marrow It Must Have A Throne All Alone In The Soul.

I Know You Are In Grief And Heaviness; And If It Were Not So, You Might Be Afraid, Because Then Your Way Would Not Be So Like The Way That Our Lord Saith Leadeth To The New Jerusalem. Sure I Am, If You Knew What Were Before You, Or If You Saw Some Glances Of It, You Would, With Gladness, Swim Through The Present Floods Of Sorrow, Spreading Forth Your Arms Out Of Desire To Be At Land.

Christ And His Cross Are Not Separable In This Life, Howbeit Christ And His Cross Part At Heaven's Door, For There Is No House-room For Crosses In Heaven. One Tear, One Sigh, One Sad Heart, One Fear, One Loss, One Thought Of Trouble Cannot Find Lodging There.

The Weightiest End Of The Cross Of Christ That Is Laid Upon You, Lieth Upon Your Strong Savior.