Few, without the hope of another life, would think it worth their while to live above the allurements of sense.
It is heaven upon earth to have a man's mind move in charity, rest in providence, and turn upon the poles of truth.
To us who are Christians, is it not a solemn, but a delightful thought, that perhaps nothing but the opaque bodily eye prevents us from beholding the gate which is open just before us; and nothing but the dull ear prevents us from hearing the ringing of those bells of joy which welcome us to the heavenly land?
If the way to heaven be narrow, it is not long; and if the gate be strait, it opens into endless life.
There is a land where everlasting sun shed everlasting brightness; where the soul drinks from the living streams of love that roll by God's high throne!—myriads of glorious ones bring their acepted offering. Oh! how blest to look from this dark prison to that shrine, to inhale one breath of Paradise divine, and enter into that eternal rest which waits the sons of God!
Spend in pure converse our eternal day; think each in each, immediately wise; learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say what this tumultuous body now denies; and feel, who have laid our groping hands away; and see, no longer blinded by our eyes.
There are treasures laid up in the heart,—treasures of charity, piety, temperance, and soberness. These treasures a man takes with him beyond death when he leaves this world.
One of the hardest lessons we have to learn in this life, and one that many persons never learn, is to see the divine, the celestial, the pure in the common, the near at hand,—to see that heaven lies about us here in this world.
To appreciate heaven well 'tis good for a man to have some fifteen minutes of hell.
One sweetly solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er; I'm nearer to my home today than I've ever been before; nearer my Father's house, where the many mansions be; nearer the great white throne, nearer the jasper sea; nearer the bound of life, where I lay my burden down; nearer leaving my cross; nearer wearing my crown!
Great Spirit, give to me a heaven not so large as yours but large enough for me.
Every saint in heaven is as a flower in the garden of God, and holy love is the fragrance and sweet odor that they all send forth, and with which they fill the bowers of that paradise above. Every soul there is as a note in some concert of delightful music, that sweetly harmonizes with every other note, and all together blend in the most rapturous strains in praising God and the Lamb forever.
"Do you think we shall know each other in heaven?" said one friend to another. "Yes," was the answer. "Do you think we shall be greater fools there than here?"
Where is heaven? I cannot tell. Even to the eye of faith, heaven looks much like a star to the eye of flesh. Set there on the brow of night, it shines most bright, most beautiful; but it is separated from us by so great a distance as to be raised almost as high above our investigations as above the storms and clouds of earth.
Heaven is the day of which grace is the dawn, the rich, ripe fruit of which grace is the lovely flower; the inner shrine of that most glorious temple to which grace forms the approach and outer court.
Heaven hath many tongues to talk of it, more eyes to behold it, but few hearts that rightly affect it.
To that state all the pious on earth are tending. Heaven is attracting to itself whatever is congenial to its nature; is enriching itself by the spoils of the earth, and collecting within its capacious bosom whatever is pure, permanent, and divine, leaving nothing for the last fire to consume but the objects and slaves of concupiscence; while everything which grace has prepared and beautified shall be gathered and selected from the ruins of the world to adorn that eternal city "which hath no need of the sun or moon to shine in it; for the glory of God doth lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof."
The city which God has prepared is as imperishable in its inhabitants as its materials. Its pearl, its jasper, its pure gold, are only immortal to frame the abode of immortals. No cry of death is in any of its dwellings. No funeral darkens along any of its ways. No sepulcher of the holiest relics gleams among the everlasting hills, "Violence is not heard in the land." "There is no more death." Its very name has perished. "Is swallowed up in victory."
Here must be the heir, if yonder his inheritance; here the laborer, if yonder his rest; here the candidate, if yonder his reward.—As he now adds excellence to excellence, as he is now not barren nor unfruitful, so shall an entrance be ministered to him abundantly into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
Nothing is farther than the earth from heaven; nothing is nearer than heaven to earth.
It is not talking but walking that will bring us to heaven.
That which at first seemed a curse has turned out to be a blessing. For if men believe, as I do, that this present earth is the only heaven, they will strive all the more to make heaven of it. To feel that we are mere birds of passage, only temporary probationers, is not conducive to the best conduct.
The generous who is always just, and the just who is always generous, may, unannounced, approach the throne of heaven.
It is heaven only that is given away—only God may be had for the asking.
I would not give one moment of heaven for all the joy and riches of the world, even if it lasted for thousands and thousands of years.
Heaven to me's a fair blue stretch of sky, earth's jest a dusty road.
If God hath made this world so fair, where sin and death abound, how beautiful, beyond compare, will paradise be found.
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
Perfect purity, fulness of joy, everlasting freedom, perfect rest, health, and fruition, complete security, substantial and eternal good.
If I ever reach heaven I expect to find three wonders there: first, to meet some had not thought to see there; second, to miss some I had expected to see here; and third, the greatest wonder of all, to find myself there.
Heav'n is but the vision of fulfill'd desire. And hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
The joys of heaven will begin as soon as we attain the character of heaven and do its duties.—Try that and prove its truth.—As much goodness and piety, so much heaven.
That happy sense of direct relation with Heaven is known evidently to multitudes of human souls of all faiths, and in all lands; evidently often a dream,— demonstrably, as I conceive, often a reality; in all cases dependent on resolution, patience, self-denial, prudence, obedience; of which some pure hearts are capable without effort, and some by constancy.
The hope of heaven under troubles is like wind and sails to the soul.
We are as near to heaven as we are far from self, and far from the love of a sinful world.
There are two unalterable prerequisites to man's being happy in the world to come. His sins must be pardoned and his nature must be changed. He must have a title to heaves and a fitness for heaven. These two ideas underlie the whole of Christ's work, and without the title to, and the fitness for, no man can enter the kingdom of God.
The love of heaven makes one heavenly.
Heaven, the treasury of everlasting joy.
Heaven's the perfection of all that can be said or thought—riches, delight, harmony, health, beauty; and all these not subject to the waste of time, but in their height eternal.
Heaven must be in me before I can be in heaven.
Better limp all the way to heaven than not get there at all.
In the spiritual world no one is permitted to think and will in one way and speak and act in another.
Who seeks for heaven alone to save his soul may keep the path, but will not reach the goal; while he who walks in love may wander far, yet God will bring him where the blessed are.
No man will go to heaven when he dies who has not sent his heart thither while he lives. Our greatest security is to be derived from duty, and our only confidence from the mercy of God through Jesus Christ.
My gems are falling away; but it is because God is making up his jewels.