Story of Hope

The Saints’ Reward

Then from the city a very great number of angels brought glorious crowns—a crown for every saint, with his name written on it. As Jesus called for the crowns, angels presented them to Him, and with His own right hand Jesus placed the crowns on the heads of the saints. In the same manner the angels brought the harps, and Jesus presented them also to the saints. The commanding angels first struck the note, and then every voice was raised in grateful, happy praise, and every hand skillfully swept over the strings of the harp, sending forth melodious music in rich and perfect tones. SH 112.1

Then Jesus led the redeemed company to the gate of the city. He laid hold of the gate, swung it back on its glittering hinges, and invited the nations that had kept the truth to enter in. Within the city there was everything for the eye to feast on. Rich glory they beheld everywhere. Then Jesus looked at His redeemed saints, with their faces radiant with glory. As He fixed His loving eyes on them, He said, with His rich, musical voice, “I am seeing the travail of My soul, and I am satisfied. This rich glory is yours to enjoy eternally. Your sorrows are ended. There will be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain.” The redeemed bowed and laid their glittering crowns at the feet of Jesus, and then, as His lovely hand raised them up, they touched their golden harps and filled all heaven with their rich music and songs to the Lamb. SH 112.2

Then Jesus led His people to the tree of life, and again they heard His beautiful voice, richer than any music that ever fell on mortal ear, saying, “The leaves of this tree are for the healing of the nations. Eat from it, all of you.” On the tree of life was most beautiful fruit, of which the saints could eat freely. In the city was a most glorious throne, and proceeding out from it was a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal. On each side of this river was the tree of life, and on the banks of the river were other beautiful trees bearing fruit that was good for food. SH 112.3

Language is altogether too feeble to attempt a description of heaven. We can only 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. SH 113.1