There Remains a Sabbath Rest For The People Of God.

There Remains a Sabbath Rest For The People Of God.

Hebrews 4 : 9

How different will be the state of the believer in heaven from what it is here! Here he is born to toil and suffer weariness, but in the land of the immortal, fatigue is never known. Anxious to serve his Master, he finds his strength unequal to his zeal; his constant cry is, “Help me to serve You, O my God.” If he be thoroughly active, he will have much labor; not too much for his will, but more than enough for his power, so that he will cry out, “I am not wearied of the labor, but I am wearied in it.” Ah, Christian, the hot day of weariness does not last forever. The sun is nearing the horizon; it shall rise again with a brighter day than you have ever seen upon a land where they serve God day and night, and yet rest from their labors. Here rest is but partial; there it is perfect. Here the Christian is always unsettled; he feels that he has not yet attained. There all are at rest; they have attained the summit of the mountain; they have ascended to the bosom of their God. Higher they cannot go. Ah, toil-worn laborer, only think of when you shall rest forever! Can you conceive it? It is a rest eternal; a rest that “remains.” Here my best joys bear “mortal” on their brow. My fair flowers fade; my dainty cups are drained to dregs; my sweetest birds fall before Death’s arrows; my most pleasant days are shadowed into nights; and the flood tides of my bliss subside into ebbs of sorrow. But there everything is immortal. The harp remains in tune, the crown unfading, the eye undimmed, the voice unfaltering, the heart unwavering; and the immortal being is wholly absorbed in infinite delight. Happy day when mortality shall be swallowed up of life, and the Eternal Sabbath shall begin! 

Meditation : There Remains a Sabbath Rest For The People Of God. … would you enter into that rest at the close of day or would you begin to toil afresh?

1. Whither, pilgrims, are you going,
Going each with staff in hand?
We are going on a journey,
Going at our King’s command.
Over hills and plains and valleys,
We are going to His palace,
We are going to His palace,
Going to the better land;
We are going to His palace,
Going to the better land.

2. Fear ye not the way so lonely—
You, a little, feeble band?
No, for friends unseen are near us:
Holy angels round us stand.
Christ, our Leader, walks beside us:
He will guard and He will guide us,
He will guard and He will guide us,
Guide us to the better land;
He will guard and He will guide us,
Guide us to the better land.

3. Tell me, pilgrims, what you hope for
In that far-off better land.
Spotless robes and crowns of glory
From a Saviour’s loving hand.
We shall drink of life’s clear river,
We shall dwell with God forever,
We shall dwell with God forever
In that bright and better land;
We shall dwell with God forever
In that bright and better land.

4. Pilgrims, may we travel with you
To that bright, that better land?
Come and welcome, come and welcome,
Welcome to our pilgrim band.
Come, O come, and do not leave us,
Christ is waiting to receive us,
Christ is waiting to receive us
In that bright, that better land;
Christ is waiting to receive us
In that bright, that better land.