|There failed not aught of any good thing which the Lord had spoken| (Josh. xxi.45).
Some day, even you, trembling, faltering one, shall stand upon those heights and look back upon all you have passed through, all you have narrowly escaped, all the perils through which He guided you, the stumblings through which He guarded you, and the sins from which He saved you; and you shall shout, with a meaning you cannot understand now, |Salvation unto Him who sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb.|
Some day He will sit down with us in that glorious home, and we shall have all the ages in which to understand the story of our lives. And He will read over again this old marked Bible with us, He will show us how He kept all these promises, He will explain to us the mysteries that we could not understand, He will recall to our memory the things we have long forgotten, He will go over again with us the book of life, He will recall all the finished story, and I am sure we will often cry: |Blessed Christ! you have been so true, you have been so good! Was there ever love like this?| And then the great chorus will be repeated once more -- |There failed not aught of any good thing that He hath spoken; all came to pass.|