. You shall be without fault, Maria
Sandberg, Glimpses of Heaven, 1880. These are the ones who
follow the Lamb wherever He goes. These were redeemed from among
men. They are without fault before the throne of God, Revelation
14.5. to the believer burdened with
inward conflict and struggling against the sin which dwells
in him, what a blessed glimpse of heaven is this! Free from
sin, how delightful! What can convey a picture of
greater happiness? A joyful multitude without fault
before the throne of God! This is the bliss for which he
sighs, the end which he purposes through grace to attain. Even
now he is striving after it, striving daily to be without
fault, but as he grows in self-knowledge, he sees more and more the many
faults and failings into which he falls, and he would sink in
despair and give up the conflict, but for the hope of final victory
in heaven. They are without fault before
the throne of God, and when you reach that throne, O tempted
soul, such will be your happy lot. But remember, you must persevere
in your way to it. You must hate every sin and wrestle
and strive after perfect holiness. This alone is the way of preparation
for the heavenly bliss to which you aspire. Aim at perfect holiness,
long after it, pray for it, though you do not attain it fully here
on earth. Yes, you will feel that you are
on your way to the mansions of holiness, and the thought that
when you arrive there, you shall be without fault, will strengthen
and nerve you for the battle. The hope of final triumph and
success will encourage you. The certainty of victory will
cheer your heart. The assurance of your being forever
without fault before the throne of God will be to you a foretaste
of eternal happiness. You are altogether beautiful,
my darling. There is no flaw in you. Song of Songs 4-7 I have a home above, from sin
and sorrow free, a mansion which eternal love designed and formed
for me. My Father's gracious hand has
built this sweet abode, from everlasting it was planned, my
dwelling-place with God. My Savior's precious blood Has
made my title sure, He passed through death's dark raging flood
To make my rest secure. The Comforter has come, The earnest
has been given, He leads me onward to the home Reserved for me in
heaven. Your love, O precious Lord, my
joy and strength shall be, Till You shall speak the gladdening
word That bids me rise to Thee. And then through endless days,
where all Your glory shine, In happier holy strains I'll praise
The grace that made me Thine.