Yonder city of the great King is a place of active service. Ransomed spirits serve him day and night in his temple. They never cease to fulfil the good pleasure of their King. They always "rest," so far as ease and freedom from care is concerned; and never "rest," in the sense of indolence or inactivity.

Jerusalem the golden is the place of communion with all the people of God. We shall sit with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, in eternal fellowship. We shall hold high converse with the noble host of God's chosen people, all reigning with him who by his love and his potent arm has brought them safely home. We shall not sing solos, but in chorus shall we praise our King.

Heaven is a place of victory realized. Whenever, Christian, you've achieved a victory over your lusts—whenever after hard struggling, you've laid a temptation dead at your feet—you've in that hour a foretaste of the joy that awaits you when the Lord shall shortly tread Satan under your feet, and you'll find thyself more than conqueror through him who has loved you. Paradise is a place of security. When you enjoy the full assurance of faith, you've the pledge of that glorious security which shall be yours when you're a perfect citizen of the heavenly Jerusalem.

O my sweet home, Jerusalem, you happy harbour of my soul! Thanks, even now, to him whose love has taught me to long for you; but louder thanks in eternity, when I shall possess you. "My soul has tasted of the grapes, And now it longs to go Where my dear Lord his vineyard keeps And all the clusters grow. "Upon the true and living vine, My famish'd soul would feast, And banquet on the fruit divine, An everlasting guest."