§ 14. And it is not the joy only; it is a mutual joy as well as mutual love. Is there joy in heaven at thy conversion, and will there be none at thy glorification? Will not the angels welcome thee thither, and congratulate thy safe arrival?—Yea, it is the joy of Jesus Christ, for now he hath the end of his undertaking, labor, suffering, dying, when we have our joys; _when he is glorified in his saints, and admired in all them that believe_;[55] when _he sees of the travail of his soul, and is satisfied_.[56] This is Christ's harvest, when he shall reap the fruit of his labors, and it will not repent him concerning his sufferings, but he will rejoice over his purchased inheritance, and his people will rejoice in him.—Yea, the Father himself puts on joy too, in our joy. As _we grieve his Spirit_,[57] and _weary him with our iniquities_:[58] so is he rejoiced in our good. O how quickly does he now spy a returning prodigal, even _afar off_? How does he _run and meet him_? And with what _compassion_ does he _fall on his neck, and kiss him, and put on him the best robe, and a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet, and kills the fatted calf to eat and be merry_.[59] This is indeed a happy meeting; but nothing to the embracing and joy of that last and great meeting.——Yea more; as God doth mutually love and joy, so He makes this _His_ rest, as it is our rest. What an eternal Sabbatism, when the work of redemption, sanctification, preservation, glorification, is all finished, and perfected for ever! _The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty, He will save, He will rejoice over thee with joy, He will rest in his love, He will joy over thee with singing._[60] Well may we then rejoice in our God with joy, and rest in our love, and joy in him with singing.
§ 15. Alas! my fearful heart scarce dares proceed. Methinks I hear the Almighty's voice saying to me, _Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge_?[61] But pardon thy Servant, O Lord. I have not pried into unrevealed things. I bewail that my apprehensions are so dull, my thoughts so mean, my affections so stupid, and my expressions so low, and unbeseeming such a glory. _I have_ only _heard by the hearing of the ear_: oh, let thy servant _see thee_ and possess these joys; and then shall I have more suitable conceptions, and shall give thee fuller glory; I shall _abhor my_ present self, and disclaim and renounce all these imperfections, _I have uttered that I understood not, things too wonderful for me, which I knew not_.[62] Yet _I believed, and therefore have I spoken_.[63] What, Lord, canst thou expect from dust but levity? or from corruption, but defilement? Though the weakness and irreverence be the fruit of my own corruption, yet the fire is from thine altar, and the work of thy commanding. I looked not into thy ark, nor put forth my hand unto it, without thee. _Wash_ away these stains also _in the blood of the Lamb_. Imperfect, or none, must be thy service here. O take thy Son's excuse, _the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak_.[64]