Heaven, Christ’s Presence in—Our Joy. – Charles Spurgeon

TO hear but the King’s silver trumpets sounding in the distance does make the heart to dance, but what must it be to see the King in his beauty in the streets of his own metropolis, where he rides forth in constant triumph? Have you not known the day when a word from him would have made your spirits like the chariots of Amminadib? what will be your ecstasy when you hear not a few words, but listen continually to him whose lips are like lilies dropping sweet-smelling myrrh! A stray kiss of those lips has ravished you beyond description, but what will it be when those cheeks that are as beds of spices, as sweet flowers, shall forever be near you, when the full marriage of your soul with the royal spouse shall be come indeed, to your ineffable delight.