no tears in heaven." This sermon was originally preached on August 6th in the year 1865 by Charles Haddon Spurgeon. The text for this morning comes from the book of Revelation, Revelation chapter 7 verse 17. God will wipe away every tear from their eyes. God will wipe away every tear from their eyes. It is a sad thing to be always grieving, moaning, and complaining concerning the present. However dark things may seem to be, we can surely remember some fond memories of the past. There were days of happiness. There were times of refreshment in the presence of the Lord. O dear believing soul, don't be slow to confess that the Lord has been your ever-present help. And though now your burden is very heavy, you will find added strength when you remember the pleasant times of the past, when the Lord lightened your load, and made your heart leap for joy. Yet it will be even more pleasant to anticipate the future. The night is dark, but the morning comes. Over the hills of darkness the day breaks forth. It may be that the road is rough, but its end is almost in view. You have been climbing up the steep sides of the mountain, and from the top of it you can view your glorious inheritance. True, the grave is still before you, but your Lord has snatched the sting from death and the victory from the grave. Do not, O burdened spirit, do not limit yourself to the confining miseries of the present hour, but let your eye gaze with fondness on the enjoyment of the past, and view with equal love the infinite blessings of eternity past, when you did not exist, but when God chose you for himself, when God chose you for himself and wrote your name in his book of life. And then let your glance flash forward to eternity future, to see the mercies which will be yours even here on earth, and the glories which are stored up for you beyond the skies. I will be greatly rewarded this morning if I can minister comfort to one person whose spirit is heavily burdened by leading that person to remember the glory which is yet to be revealed. Coming to our text we will see in the first place that as God is to wipe away every tear from the faces of the glorified, we can infer that their eyes will be filled with tears till then. And in the second place, it is worthy of reflection that since God never changes, even now He is engaged in drying tears from His children's eyes. And then, coming right into the heart of the text, we will dwell on the great truth that in heaven divine love removes all tears from the glorified saints. And then we will close by asking some questions as to whether or not we belong to that happy family of the redeemed. Our first subject for consideration this morning is the inference that tears are to fill the eyes of believers until they enter the promised rest. Tears are to fill the eyes of believers until they enter the promised rest. There would be no need to wipe them away if there were none remaining. The saints come to the very gates of heaven weeping and accompanied by their two companions, Sorrow and Groaning. The tears are dried and Sorrow and Groaning disappear. The weeping willow does not grow by the river of the water of life, but it is a tree that is plentiful here on earth, nor will it disappear until we exchange it for the palm branch of victory. Sorrow's teardrop will never cease to fall until it is transformed into the pearl of everlasting bliss. The path of sorrow and that path alone leads to the place where sorrow is unknown. Christianity brings deliverance from the curse, but not exemption from trial. The ancients were accustomed to use bottles in which to catch the tears of mourners. I think I see three bottles filled with tears of believers. The first is a common bottle. The contents are the ordinary tears shed by all men and women, for believers suffer just like the rest of the human race. The first bottle is a common bottle. The contents are the ordinary tears shed by all men and women, because believers suffer just like the rest of the human race. The servants of God are not by any means spared physical pain. The servants of God are not by any means spared physical pain. Their nerves and blood vessels and limbs and inner organs are as susceptible of disease as those of unregenerate men and women. Some of the holiest saints have laid a long time on beds of sickness, and those who are dearest to the heart of God have felt the heaviest blows of the rod of discipline. There are pains, pains which, despite the efforts of patience, compel the tears to wet the cheeks. The human body is capable of a fearful degree of agony, and there are only a few who have not, at some time or another, watered their pillows with tears because of the severity of their pains. Coupled with this, there are the losses and the crosses of daily life. Which of you Christians lives without occasional difficulties and serious losses? Do any of you have so easy a life that you have nothing to grieve over? Are there no crosses at home? Are there no troubles in your world? Can you travel from the first of January to the last of December without feeling the weariness of the way? Have you no destroyed dreams, no bad debts, no slandered name, no harsh words, no sick child, no suffering wife to bring before the Lord in weeping prayer? You must be an inhabitant of another planet if you have no griefs. For man is born to trouble as surely as the sparks fly upward. No ship can navigate the Atlantic Ocean without encountering storms. It is only on the Ocean of Heaven that all is calm forevermore. Believers must go through many hardships to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. Trials must and will happen. Death contributes to our sadness. The heirs of immortality are often summoned to gather around the grave. Who has not lost a friend? If Jesus wept, then do not expect that we will escape the tears of grief. A much beloved Lazarus died and so will our closest friends. Parents will go before us. Infants will be snatched from us. Brothers and sisters will fall when touched by the hand of death. Death is the impartial foe of everyone. It spares neither goodness nor wickedness, holiness nor sin. With equality, it crushes all of our cherished loved ones. The Christian also knows disappointments as bitter and as intense as other men and women. The Christian also knows disappointments as bitter and as intense as other men and women. Judas betrays Christ. Ahithophel is a traitor to David. We have had our Ahithophels and we may yet meet with our Judas. We have trusted in friends and we have found their friendships fail. We have leaned on what seemed to be a staff. and it has pierced us like a spear. You cannot, dear friends, pass through the wilderness of this world without discovering that thorns and thistles grow abundantly in it, and that step as you may, your feet must sometimes feel the sudden and unexpected wound. The sea of life is salt to all men. Clouds hover over every landscape. We may forget to laugh, but we will always know how to weep. As the saturated clouds must drip, so must the human race, cursed by the fall, weep out its frequent griefs. I see before me a second bottle. It is black and foul, for it contains tears distilled by the force of the fires of sin. A second bottle, black and foul, for it contains tears distilled by the force of the fires of sin. This bottle holds more than the first and is filled on a more regular basis. Sin is more frequently the mother of sorrow than all the other pains of life put together. Sin is more frequently the mother of sorrow than all the other pains of life put together. Dear brothers and sisters, I am convinced that we endure more sorrow from our sins than from God's darkest providence. Note our rebellious nature. When a trouble comes, it is not the trial which makes us groan so much as our rebellion against it. It is true the ox goad is thrust into us, but we kick against it, and then it hurts us far more Like men with naked feet, we kick our foot against the goads. We head our ship against the stream of God's will and then murmur because the waves violently beat upon us. A resistant will is like a wild person's hand which tears itself on the nearest sharp object. The chastisements which come directly from our Heavenly Father are never so hard to bear as all the agitations and ragings of our stubborn self-will. Just like the bird that slams itself against the wires of its cage and breaks its own wing, we do the same thing. If we would take the cross as our gracious Father gives it, it would not irritate our shoulders, But since we rebel against it and hate the burden, our shoulders grow raw and sore, and the load becomes intolerable. If we were more submissive, then we would have fewer tears. There are also the tears of wounded, injured pride, and how hot and scalding they are. There are the tears, too, of wounded, injured pride and how hot and scalding they are. When a man has been ambitious and has failed, he will weep loudly instead of learning from the experience or gathering up his courage for a wiser venture. When a friend has spoken of us in a derogatory manner or an enemy has falsely accused us, We have had to struggle to hold back the tears and have felt wretched inside. Ah, these are cruel and wicked tears. God wipe them away from our eyes now. Certainly he must do it before we will be able to enter heaven. How numerous too are the tears of unbelief. How numerous are the tears of unbelief. We manufacture trouble for ourselves by anticipating future problems which may never happen, or which, if they do occur, may be full of mercy and blessings. We start imagining what we would do if a certain dreadful thing occurred, which in reality is a thing that God has determined never will happen in our lives. We imagine ourselves in positions where providence never intends to place us, and so we end up feeling a thousand trials. This bottle should never carry within it a single tear from a believer's eyes, and yet it has had whole rivers poured into it. Oh, the wickedness of the sin of mistrusting God, and the bitterness with which that distrust is made to curse itself. Unbelief makes a rod for its own back. Distrust of God is its own punishment. It brings such unrest, such anxieties and such tribulation of spirit into the mind that he who loves himself and loves pleasure had better seek to walk by faith and not by sight. Nor must I forget the scalding teardrops of anger. I must not forget the scalding teardrops of anger, the tears of anger against our fellow men, and the crabbiness and irritation because we cannot have our own way with them. These are black and horrid tears, as foul as the fires of hell. May we always be saved from such unholy tears. Sometimes, too, there are streams of tears which arise from depressed and despondent spirits because we have neglected the means of grace and the God of grace. There are sometimes streams of tears which arise from depressed and despondent spirits because we have neglected the means of grace and the God of grace. Seldom do we experience the comforts of God because seldom do we have secret prayer. We have lived at a distance from the Most High and we have fallen into a sad state of mind. I thank God that there will never come another tear from our eyes into that bottle when eternal love will take us up to live with Jesus in His Kingdom. We would never overlook the third bottle, which is the true crystal tear bottle into which holy tears drop, tears like the tears of Jesus, so precious in the sight of God. We would never overlook the third bottle, which is the true crystal tear bottle into which holy tears drop, tears like the precious tears of Jesus, so precious in the sight of God. Even these tears will cease to flow in heaven. Tears of repentance like glistening dewdrops fresh from the skies are stored in this bottle. They are not of the earth, they come from heaven, and yet we cannot carry them there with us. The godly preacher Roland Hill used to say, Repentance was such a sweet companion that the only regret he could have in going to heaven was in leaving repentance behind him. Oh, to weep over sin, he said, it is so sweet a sorrow that I want to be a constant weeper. Like a dripping well, my soul would always drop tears of grief because I have offended my loving, tender, gracious God. Tears for Christ's injured and neglected honor glisten in the crystal of our third bottle. When we hear Jesus' name blasphemed among men or see his cause driven back in the day of battle, who will not weep then? Who can restrain his weeping? Christ sees such tears as diamonds. Blessed are the eyes which flow with such royal treasure. If I cannot win crowns, I will at least give tears. If I cannot make men love my Master, yet I will weep in secret places for the dishonor which they do to Him. These are holy drops, but they are all unknown in heaven. Tears of sympathy are greatly esteemed by our Lord. When we weep with those that weep, we do well. These are never to be restrained this side of the Jordan. Let them flow. The more of them, the better for our spiritual health. Truly, when I think of the griefs of men and women, and above all, when I have communion with my Savior and his suffering, I would cry with George Herbert who said, Come all you floods, you clouds, you rains, dwell in my eyes, my grief has need. of all the watery things that nature can produce. Let every vein suck up a river to supply my eyes, my weary, weeping eyes, too dry for me unless they get new conduits, fresh supplies, and with my state agreed. It would be good to go to the very uttermost of weeping if it were always of such a noble kind as fellowship with Jesus brings. Let us never cease from weeping over sinners as Jesus did over Jerusalem. Let us endeavor to snatch the firebrand from the flame and weep when we cannot accomplish our purpose. These three containers of tears will always be more or less filled by us as long as we are here on earth. But in heaven, the first bottle will not be needed. For the wells of earth's grief will all be dried up, and we will drink from living fountains of water, unsalted by a tear. As for the second bottle, we will have no depravity in our hearts, and so the black fountain will no longer yield its nauseous stream. And as for the third, there will be no place among celestial occupations for weeping, even of the most holy kind. Till then, we must expect to share in human griefs, and instead of praying against them, let us ask that they may be sanctified to us. I mean, of course, those of the former sort. Let us pray that trials may produce patience, and patience produce experience, and experience produces the hope that I will never be ashamed of. Let us pray that as the sharp edge of the carving tool is used on us, it may only remove our warts and shape us into the images of our Lord and Master. Let us pray that the fire may consume nothing but the dross, and that the floods may wash away nothing but defilement. Let us thank God that though before when we were afflicted we went astray, but now we obey His word For we now see it to be a blessed thing, a divinely wise thing that would tread the path of sorrow and reach the gates of heaven with teardrops glistening in our eyes. Secondly, even here on earth, if we want to have our tears wiped away, we must go to our Heavenly Father. Even here on earth, if we want to have our tears wiped away, we must go to our Heavenly Father. He is the great tear wiper. Observe, brothers and sisters, that God can remove every trace of grief from the hearts of his people by granting them complete acceptance of his will. Our ego is the root of our sorrow. If self were perfectly conquered, it would be the same to us whether God's love ordained our pain or comfort, gave us wealth or poverty. If our will was completely in line with God's will, then pain itself would be attended with pleasure, and sorrow would yield us joy for the sake of Christ. as one fire puts out another, so the master passion of love to God and complete absorption in His sacred will quenches the fire of human grief and sorrow. Enthusiastic acceptance of God's will puts so much honey in the cup of bitterness that the sourness is forgotten. Just as death is swallowed up in victory, So are trials swallowed up in contentment and delight in God. God can also take away our tears by causing our minds to dwell with the light on the end which all of our trials are working to produce. God can also take away our tears by causing our minds to dwell with the light on the end which all of our trials are working to produce. God can show us that they are working together for our good. And as people of understanding, when we see that we will be essentially enriched by our losses, we will be content with them. When we see that the medicine is curing us of mortal sickness, and that our sharpest pains are only saving us from pains far more terrible, then we will kiss the rod and sing in the midst of the trial. Sweet affliction, sweet affliction, since it yields such peaceful fruits of righteousness. Moreover, God can remove every tear from our eye in the time of trial by abundantly pouring the love of Jesus Christ into our hearts. God can remove every tear from our eye in the time of trial by abundantly pouring the love of Jesus Christ into our hearts. He can make it clear to us that Christ is afflicted in our affliction. He can indulge us with a delightful sense of the divine goodness which dwells in His sympathy and make us rejoice to be co-sufferers with our Savior. The Savior can make our hearts leap for joy by reassuring us that we are engraved on the palms of his hands and that we will be with him where he is. Sick beds become thrones and slums ripen into palaces when Jesus fills our heart and soul with his eternal love and presence. My brothers and sisters, the love of Christ, like a great flood, rolls over the most rugged rocks of affliction so high above them that we can float in perfect peace where others are a total wreck. The rage of the storm is all hushed when Christ is in the boat. The waters saw you, O Christ, the waters saw you and were silenced at the presence of their King. The Lord can also take away all present sorrow and grief by providentially removing its cause. The Lord can also take away all present sorrow and grief from us by simply removing its cause by his providence. Providence is full of sweet surprises and unexpected turns. When the sea has ebbed to its uttermost, it turns again and covers all the sand. When we think we are locked up in a dungeon for the rest of our lives and the lock on the door is rusted shut, God can make the door fly open in a moment. When the river rolls deep and black before us, he can divide it with a word or bridge it with his hand. How often have you found it so in the past? As a pilgrim to Canaan, you have passed through the Red Sea, in which you once were afraid that you would be drowned. The poison wells were made sweet by God's presence. You fought the enemy, you went through the terrible wilderness, you passed by the place of the fiery serpents, and still you have been kept alive, and so you will be. As the clear sunshine comes after the rain, so will peace come after your trials. As the dark clouds fly away before the compelling power of the wind, So will the Eternal God make your griefs fly away before the energy of His grace. The smoking furnace of trouble will be followed by the bright light of comfort. Still, the best method of getting rid of present tears is communion and fellowship with God. The best method of getting rid of present tears is communion and fellowship with God. When I can crawl under the wing of my dear God and nestle close to His chest, let the world say what it wants, and let the devil roar as he pleases, and let my sins accuse and threaten as they may, I am safe, content, peaceful, rejoicing, and happy. Let earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurled, Now I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. To say, God my Father, To put myself right into his hand, And feel that I am safe there, To look up to him, though it is with tears in my eyes, And feel that he loves me, and then to put my head right on his chest, as the prodigal son did, and sob my griefs out there into my father's heart. Oh, this is the death of grief and the life of all comfort. Isn't Jehovah God called the God of all comfort? You will find him so, beloved. He has been our help in ages past. He is our hope for years to come. If he had not been my help, then my soul would have utterly perished in the day of its suffering and its heartache. Oh, I bear testimony for him this day that you cannot go to God and pour out your heart before him without finding a wonderful comfort. When your friend cannot wipe away your tears, When you yourself with your best reasoning powers and your most courageous efforts cannot overcome your grief, when your heart beats fast and seems as if it would burst with grief, then as God's child you will pour out your heart before Him. God is a refuge for us. He is our fortress, our refuge and defense. We only have to go to Him and we will find that even here on earth God will wipe away every tear from our eyes. Now we will have to turn our thoughts to the actual teaching of the text, namely, the removal of all tears from the blessed ones in heaven. The removal of all tears from the blessed ones in heaven. There are many reasons why the glorified spirits cannot cry in heaven. These are well known to you, but let us just hint at them. First, all outward causes of grief are gone. All outward causes of grief are gone. In heaven, the redeemed will never suffer the grief associated with attending funerals of their friends and loved ones. The grave digger and the casket don't exist there. The horrid thought of death never enters the mind of an immortal spirit. They are never separated. The great meeting has taken place and God's children will never separate again. In heaven they have no losses and no crosses in their business. They serve God day and night in his temple. There are no broken friendships there. There are no broken hearts. no shattered dreams. They know fully even as they are fully known, and they love even as they are loved. No pain can ever come on them, for their resurrected bodies will be raised from the grave and will be glorified. Thus they will not be capable of grief. The tear gland will not exist. Although much of the human body remains, at least the tear gland will be gone. They will have no need of that organ. Their bodies will be unable to experience grief. They will rejoice forever. Poverty, famine, distress, helplessness, danger, persecution, slander, all these will have ceased. The sun will not beat upon them. nor any scorching heat. Never again will they hunger, never again will they thirst, and therefore tears will never flow again. Again, all hidden evils will have been removed by the perfect sanctification brought about in them by the Holy Spirit. All hidden evils will have been removed by the perfect sanctification brought about in them by the Holy Spirit. No evil heart of unbelief will trouble them in paradise. There will be no temptations from Satan to try to prompt their inner wickedness since neither exist in heaven. The redeemed will never be led to forget God. for their hearts will be full of love towards Him. Sin will have no sweetness to them, for they will be perfectly purified from all depraved desires. There will be no lust of the eye, no lust of the flesh, no pride of life to be snares to them. Sin is shut out and they are shut in. They are forever blessed because they are without fault before the throne of God. What a heaven it must be to be without spot or wrinkle or any such thing. Clearly those who have ceased to sin will cease to mourn. Also, all fear of change has also forever been shut out. All fear of change has also been forever shut out. They know that they are eternally secure. Saints on earth are fearful of falling. Some believers even dream of falling away. They think that God will forsake them and that men will persecute them and take them captive. No such fears can trouble the blessed ones who see their Father's face. Despite the amount of time spent in eternity, eternity will never be exhausted. And while eternity endures, their immortality and blessedness will coexist with it. They live within a city which will never experience a storm. They bask in a sun which will never set. They drink from a river which will never run dry. They pick fruit from trees which will never wither and die. Their blessedness cannot even think the thought that it might, perhaps, pass away and cease to be. They cannot, therefore they cannot weep because they are perfectly secure and positively assured of their eternal blessedness. Why should they weep when their every desire is gratified? They cannot wish for anything which they will not have. Eye and ear, heart and hand, imagination, hope, desire, will, every faculty will be satisfied. All they could ever wish for or imagine will continually be enjoyed. Though no eye is seen, no ear is heard, No mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love Him, yet they know enough by the revelation of the Spirit to understand that they are supremely blessed. The joy of Christ, which is an infinite fullness of delight, is in them. They bathe themselves in the bottomless, spacious sea of infinite bliss. Still, dear friends, this does not quite account for the fact that every tear is wiped away from their eyes. The text which I like the best is the one which tells us that God will do it. I want you to think with me of fountains of tears which would exist even in heaven, tears that the glorified saints would inevitably weep if God did not by a perpetual miracle take away those tears. It strikes me that if God Himself did not interfere by a perpetual outflow of abundant comfort, the glorified would have many good reasons for weeping. You say, how is this? Why, in the first place, if it were not for God's gracious intervention what tremendous regret they would have for their past sins. If it were not for God's gracious intervention, what tremendous regret they would have for their past sins. The more holy a person is, the more they hate sin. It is a proof of growth in sanctification, not that repentance becomes less acute, but that it becomes more and more deep. Surely, dear friends, when we are made perfectly holy, we will have a greater hatred of sin. If on earth we could be perfectly holy, why, I think we would do nothing else but mourn, to think that so foul and dirty and poisonous a thing as sin has ever stained us. That we would have offended such a good and gracious and tender and richly loving God. why the sight of Christ, the Lamb in the midst of the throne, would make them remember the sin from which He purged them. The sight of their Heavenly Father's perfection would be blinding to them, if it were not that by some sacred means, which we know nothing about, God wipes away all these tears from their eyes. And though they cannot help but regret that they have sinned, Yet perhaps they know that sin has been made to glorify God by the overcoming power of Almighty Grace. That sin has been made to be a black background, a sort of setting for the sparkling jewel of Eternal Sovereign Grace. And it may be that for this very reason they shed no more tears over their past lives. to him who loves us and has freed us from our sins by his blood, but they sing that heavenly song without a tear in their eyes. I cannot understand how this can be, for I know I could not do it in my present condition. Let this be the best reason that God has wiped away every tear from their eyes." Don't you think, beloved, that the thought of the vast amount of shame and anguish which the Savior endured for their redemption must, in the natural order of things, be a constant source of grief? We sometimes sing that hymn which reminds us of the angelic song before the throne and in one of its verses it says, but when to Calvary they turn, silent their harps abide, suspended songs a moment mourn the God that loved and died. Now, that is natural and poetical, but it is not true. For you know very well that there are no suspended songs in heaven, and that there is no mourning even over Christ that loved and died. It seems to me that if I were thoroughly spiritualized and in such a holy state as those are in heaven, I could not look at the Lamb without tears in my eyes. How could I think of those five wounds, that bloody sweat in Gethsemane, that cruel crowning with the thorns? that mockery and shame at Golgotha. How could I think of it without tears? How could I feel that he loved me and gave himself for me without bursting into a passion of holy affection and sorrow? Tears seem to be the natural expression of such sacred joy and grief. Love and grief, my heart dividing. With my tears, his feet I'll bathe. I would think that it would have to be so in heaven if it were not for that glorious way, which I don't know how, that God will wipe away even those tears from their eyes. Doesn't it need the interference of God to accomplish this wonder? Isn't there another reason for grief in heaven, namely wasted opportunities on earth? Isn't there another reason for grief in heaven, namely wasted opportunities on earth? Beloved, when we ascend into heaven there will be no more feeding of Christ's hungry people, no more giving of drinks to the thirsty, no more visiting his sick ones or his imprisoned ones, no more clothing of the naked, there will be no more instructing of the ignorant, no more preaching of the word of God among a crooked and depraved generation. It has been often and truly said that if there could be regrets in heaven, those regrets would be that we have wasted so many opportunities of honoring Christ on earth, opportunities which will then be gone forever. Now in heaven, the hearts of the saints are not cold and hardened. so that they can look back on sins of omission without sorrow. I believe that in heaven their conscience will be extremely tender, for perfect purity would not be consistent with any degree of hardness of the heart. If they are sensitive and tender in heart, it is inevitable that they will look back with regret on the failures of the life below unless some greater emotion overwhelms the emotion of regret. If God would take me to heaven this morning, and if He did not intervene by a special act of His omnipotence and dry up that fountain of tears, I would almost forget the glories of paradise in the midst of my own shame. That I have not preached more earnestly, and have not prayed more fervently, and have not labored more abundantly for Christ The Apostle Paul tells the Christians to remember that for three years, I never stopped warning each of you, night and day, with tears. This text is one that none of us can read without shame and tears. And in heaven, I think, if I saw the Apostle Paul, I would burst into tears if it were not for this text, which says that God will wipe away every tear. Who but the Almighty God could do this? Perhaps another source of tears may suggest itself to you, namely sorrow in heaven for our mistakes and misrepresentations and unkindness towards other Christian brothers and sisters. Another source of tears, namely sorrow in heaven for our mistakes and misrepresentations and unkindness towards other Christian brothers and sisters. How surprised we will be to meet some saints in heaven whom we did not love on earth. We would not fellowship with them at the Lord's table. We would not acknowledge that they were Christians. We looked at them suspiciously if we saw them in the street. We were somewhat wary of all their actions. We suspected their zeal as being nothing better than a show and an exaggeration, and we looked on their best efforts of having sinister motives at the heart. We said many unkind things and felt a great many more than we said. When we see these unknown and unrecognized brothers and sisters in heaven, won't their very presence naturally remind us of our offenses against Christian love and spiritual unity? I can't imagine a perfect man looking at another perfect man without regretting that he ever treated him in an unkind manner. It seems to me to be the trait of a gentleman, a Christian, and of a perfectly sanctified man above all others, that he would regret having misunderstood and misconstrued and misrepresented one who was as dear to Christ as himself. I am sure as I walk among the saints in heaven, I cannot, in the natural order of things, help feeling I did not assist you as I ought to have done. I did not sympathize with you as I ought to have done. I spoke a harsh word to you. I was alienated from you. And I think you would all have to feel the same. Inevitably you must, if it were not that by some heavenly means, and I don't know how, the eternal God will so overshadow believers with the abundant bliss of his own self that even that cause of tears will be wiped away. Has it ever struck you, dear friends, that if you go to heaven and see your dear children left behind, unconverted, it would naturally cause you sorrow? Has it never struck you, dear friends, that if you go to heaven and see your dear children left behind, unconverted, that it would naturally be a cause of sorrow. When my mother told me that if I perished in hell, that she would have to say amen to my condemnation, then I knew it was true and it sounded awful and had a good effect on my mind. But at the same time, I could not help but think, well, you will be very different from what you are now. and I really didn't think she would be much improved, I thought, well, I love to think of you weeping over me far better than to think of you as a perfect being with a tearless eye looking on the damnation of your own child. It really is a very terrible spectacle, the thought of a perfect being looking down into hell, for instance, as Abraham did, and yet feeling no sorrow. that in the tenor in which Abraham addressed the rich man in hell there was nothing of pity. There is not a single syllable which indicates any sympathy with him in his dreadful condition. And one does not quite comprehend that perfect beings, God-like beings, beings full of love and everything that constitutes the glory of God's complete nature would still be unable to weep, even over hell itself. They cannot weep over their own children lost and ruined. Now how is this? If you will tell me, I will be glad, for I cannot tell you. I do not believe that there will be one bit less tenderness, that there will be one fraction less of friendliness and love and sympathy. I believe there will be more, but that they will be in some way so refined and purified that while compassion for suffering is there, hatred of sin will be there to balance it and a state of complete equilibrium will be attained. Perfect acceptance of the divine will is probably the secret of it, but it is not my business to guess. I don't know what handkerchief the Lord will use, but I do know that he will wipe away every tear from their eyes and that these tears are among them. Yet once again it seems to me that redeemed spirits standing before the throne, taking as they must do a deep interest in everything which concerns the honor of the Lord Jesus Christ, must feel deeply grieved when they see the cause of truth compromised and the Kingdom of Christ, for a time, set back. Think of Luther or Wycliffe or John Knox as they see the advances of Roman Catholicism in our century. Take John Knox first, if you will. Think of him looking down on earth and seeing Catholic cathedrals rising up in Scotland dedicated to the service of the Catholic Church and the devil. Oh, how the stern old man, even in glory I think, would begin to tremble, and the old lion would hit his sides once more, and half wish that he could come down and pull that nest to pieces, that the cheats and the swindlers might fly away. Think of Wycliffe looking down on this country, where the gospel has been preached so many years, and seeing monks in the Church of England, and seeing spring up in our national establishment everywhere not disguised Catholicism as it was ten years ago, but stark, naked Catholicism, downright Catholicism that without shame talks about the Catholic Church and is not even Anglican any longer. What would Wycliffe say? Why, I think as he leans over the walls of heaven, unless Wycliffe has really changed a lot, and I cannot suppose he is, except for the better, That would only make him more tenderhearted and even more zealous for God. Oh, I think he must weep to think that England has gone back so far and has beat a retreat. I don't know how it is that they don't weep in heaven, but they don't. The souls under the altar cry out, How long? How long? How long, O Lord? There comes that mighty intercession from those who were slaughtered in the days gone by for Christ. Their prayer rises, how long, how long, how long? And God still does not avenge his own elect, though they cry night and day to him. Yet that delay does not cost them a single tear. They feel so sure that the victory will come, They anticipate even a more splendid triumph because of its delay, and therefore they both patiently hope and quietly wait to see the salvation of God. They know that without us they cannot be made perfect, and so they wait until we are taken up, that the whole family will be united into one complete body, and that then the soul may receive its new glorified body, and they may be perfected in their bliss. They wait, but they do not weep. They wait and they call out, but in their voices there is no sorrow. Now, I don't understand this, because it seems to me that the more I long for the coming of Christ, the more I long to see his kingdom extended, the more I will weep when things go wrong. When I see Christ blasphemed, his cross trampled in the mire, and the devil's kingdom established, Yet the reason is all found in this. God will wipe away every tear from their eyes. I thought I would just indicate to you why it says that God does it. Why does it say that God will do it? It strikes me that these causes of tears could not be removed by an angel, could not be taken away by any form of spiritual enjoyment apart from the direct intervention of Almighty God.

Think about all these things and wonder about them, and you will remember many other springs of grief which would have flowed freely if omnipotence had not dried them up completely. Then ask how it can be that the saints don't weep, and you cannot get any other answer than this. God has done it in a way unknown to us. forever taking away from them the power to weep.

And now, beloved, lastly, will we be among this happy redeemed family? Will we be among this happy redeemed family? Here is the question and the context enables us to answer it. They have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. There is their character. Therefore, they are before the throne of God. The blood is the sacred argument for their being there, the precious blood.

Observe, they have washed their robes. It was not merely their feet, their worst parts, but they washed their robes, their best parts. A man's robes are his most honored attire. He puts them on, and he does not mind our seeing his robes. There may be filthiness beneath, but the robes are generally the cleanest of all. But you see they washed even them.

Now it is the mark of a Christian that he not only goes to Christ to wash away his foul sins but to wash away his religious activities too. I would not pray a prayer that was not washed in the blood of Jesus. I would not like a hymn I have sung to go up to heaven. unless it has first been bathed in the blood. If I wanted to be clothed with zeal as with a robe, yet I must wash the robe in blood. Though I were sanctified by the Holy Spirit and wear imputed righteousness as a robe, yet I must wash even that in the blood.

What do you say, dear friends? Have you been washed in the blood? The meaning of this question is, have you trusted Christ in the atoning sacrifice? Without the shedding of blood, there is no forgiveness of sin. Have you taken Christ to be your everything in every way? Are you now depending on Christ? If so, out of deep distress, you will yet ascend, leaning on your beloved to the throne of God and to the bliss which awaits his chosen one.

But if not, there is no other name, there is no other way. Your damnation will be as just as it will be sure. Christ is the only way, but if you will not walk in that way, then you will not reach the end. Christ is the truth, but if you will not believe in him, you will not rejoice. Christ is the life, but if you will not receive Him, you will live among the dead in hell and be cast out among the wicked.

From such a doom may the Lord deliver us and give us a simple confidence in the divine work of the Redeemer. And to Him will be the eternal praise. Amen.