Incomparable Music

[Thompson, Darryl]

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Ellen G. White Estate, Devotional for December 19
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Incomparable Music

The ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and
everlasting joy upon their heads: they shall obtain joy and gladness,
and sorrow and sighing shall flee away. Isa. 35:10. 


There will be music there, and song, such music and song as, save in the
visions of God, no mortal ear has heard or mind conceived. 

"As well the singers as the players on instruments shall be there."
"They shall lift up their voice, they shall sing for the majesty of the
Lord." "For the Lord shall comfort Zion: . . . He will make her
wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord: joy
and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of
melody." 

I have been shown the order, the perfect order, of heaven, and have been
enraptured as I listened to the perfect music there. After coming out of
vision, the singing here has sounded very harsh and discordant. I have
seen companies of angels, who stood in a hollow square, everyone having
a harp of gold. At the end of the harp was an instrument to turn to set
the harp or change the tunes. Their fingers did not sweep over the
strings carelessly, but they touched different strings to produce
different sounds. There is one angel who always leads, who first touches
the harp and strikes the note, then all join in the rich, perfect music
of heaven. It cannot be described. It is melody, heavenly, divine, while
from every countenance beams the image of Jesus, shining with glory
unspeakable. 

What a song that will be when the ransomed of the Lord meet . . .! All
heaven is filled with rich music, and with songs of praise to the Lamb.
Saved, everlastingly saved, in the kingdom of glory! To have a life that
measures with the life of God--that is the reward. 

Language is altogether too feeble to attempt a description of heaven. As
the scene rises before me, I am lost in amazement. Carried away with the
surpassing splendor and excellent glory, I lay down the pen, and
exclaim, "Oh, what love! what wondrous love!" The most exalted language
fails to describe the glory of heaven or the matchless depths of a
Savior's love.

>From Maranatha - Page 361