We have seen our beloved Lord in his earthly days, humiliated and deeply troubled. He was "despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, familiar with grief." He whose brightness is as the morning wore the sackcloth of sorrow as his daily dress. Shame was his mantle, and reproach was his vesture.

But now! Now that he has triumphed over all the powers of darkness upon the bloody tree, our faith beholds our King returning with dyed garments from Edom, robed in the splendor of victory. How glorious he must have been in the eyes of seraphs when that cloud received him out of mortal sight and he ascended into heaven!

Now he wears the glory he had with God before the earth was, and yet another glory above all—that which he has well earned in the fight against sin, death, and hell. As victor, he wears the illustrious crown.

Hark! How the song swells high! It is a new and sweeter song: "Worthy is the Lamb who was slain, for he has redeemed us to God by his blood!"

He wears the glory of an Intercessor who can never fail, of a Prince who can never be defeated, of a Conqueror who has vanquished every foe, of a Lord who has the heart's allegiance of every subject. Jesus wears all the glory which the pomp of heaven can bestow upon him, which ten thousand times ten thousand angels can minister to him.

You cannot with your utmost stretch of imagination conceive his exceeding greatness. Yet there will be a further revelation of it when he descends from heaven in great power with all the holy angels—"Then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory."

Oh, the splendor of that glory! It will ravish his people's hearts. Nor is this the close, for eternity shall sound his praise: "Your throne, O God, is forever and ever!"

Reader, if you would joy in Christ's glory hereafter, he must be glorious in your sight now. Is he so?