The saints in heaven…will not be so enlarged as to be capable of contemplating at once, or in detail, the whole excellence of His nature. To comprehend infinite perfection, they must become infinite themselves. Even in Heaven, their knowledge will be partial, but at the same time their happiness will be complete, because their knowledge will be perfect in this sense, that it will be adequate to the capacity of the subject, although it will not exhaust the fullness of the object. We believe that it will be progressive, and that as their views expand, their blessedness will increase. But it will never reach a limit beyond which there is nothing to be discovered, and when ages after ages have passed away, He will still be the incomprehensible God.
John Dick

GETHSEMENE

Then cometh Jesus with them unto a place called Gethsemene, and saith unto the disciples, Sit ye here, while I go and pray yonder. — St. Matt. xxvi. 36.

I.

When heart is weary,
When eyes are teary,
Or life’s way dreary,
I seek the shades of
Gethsemene.
And thither straying,
Believing, praying,
I hear Christ saying,
“Oh! trust in me.”
Then with confession,
And intercession.
And new profession,
Hopeful I press on,
O Christ, to Thee!
And feel Thy love more
Sweetly than e’er before
Stealing my heart o’er,
In the lone shades of
Gethsemene.

II.

Charmed, on this sacred ground,
As dies each worldly sound
In the deep peace around,
Sweeter than rest is
This spot to me.
At thy foot, Olivet,
Fondly I linger yet:
Think of His bloody sweat
And agony!
Whilst with confession,
And intercession,
And new profession.
Hopeful I press on,
Christ, to Thee!
Jesus! Thy love more
Sweetly than e’er before,
Steals all my heart o’er
In the sweet shades of
Gethsemene.

THE GOLDEN CENSER.