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Morning and Evening

November 16, Evening

C. H. Spurgeon · Modern retelling

"Thine eyes shall see the King in His beauty." — Isaiah 33:17 · KJV

The more you know of Christ, the less you will be satisfied with superficial views of Him; and the more deeply you study His transactions in the eternal covenant, His engagements on your behalf as the eternal Surety, and the fullness of grace that shines in all His offices, the more truly you will see the King in His beauty. Be much in such outlooks. Long more and more to see Jesus. Meditation and contemplation are often like windows of agate and gates of carbuncle, through which we behold the Redeemer; meditation puts the telescope to the eye and enables us to see Jesus in a better way than we could have seen Him had we lived in the days of His flesh. Would that our conversation were more in heaven, and that we were more taken up with the person, the work, the beauty of our incarnate Lord! With more meditation, the beauty of the King would flash on us with greater splendor. Beloved, it is very likely that we shall have such a sight of our glorious King as we never had before, when we come to die. Many saints in dying have looked up from amid the stormy waters and seen Jesus walking on the waves of the sea, and heard Him say, "It is I; be not afraid." Ah, yes! When the tent begins to shake and the clay falls away, we see Christ through the rifts, and between the rafters the sunlight of heaven comes streaming in. But if we would see the "King in His beauty" face to face, we must go to heaven for the sight, or the King must come here in person. Oh, that He would come on the wings of the wind! He is our Husband, and we are widowed by His absence; He is our Brother, dear and fair, and we are lonely without Him. Thick veils and clouds hang between our souls and their true life. When shall the day break and the shadows flee away? O long-expected day, begin!