Philochristus: Memoirs of a Disciple of the LordAbbott, Edwin Abbott
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Philochristus: Memoirs of a Disciple of the Lord
Abbott, Edwin Abbott
Christian fiction; Jesus Christ -- Fiction
yet surely the Lord must have heard Jesus; for not to have heard him,
would have been not to be God.”
Then rose I up and stood and stretched out my hands in prayer unto the
Lord with whom all things are possible, that He would shew forth His mercy
upon me; and behold, when I tried to pray, my lips would shape forth no
other prayer, but that He would bring back Jesus unto us, even though it
were for a moment of time, that we might look upon him and know that he
still lived. And at one moment I rebuked myself because the thing seemed
impossible; but the next moment that prayer rose up again, and no other.
But when I had prayed, I lay down again, for I was very weary; and because
I was now more at peace within myself, there came upon me a sweet sleep.
In my sleep I dreamed; and the Lord sent unto me a vision of the night,
whereof the former part was like unto the vision which I had had the night
before, but the latter part was different. For again, methought, I saw
Jesus standing on the top of a mountain in great glory; and albeit his
face was like the face of him that hath passed through much tribulation,
yet did the glory prevail over the sorrow, and he rejoiced as one
triumphing over Satan and Death. As I looked, methought Jesus was lifted
up in a chariot from the mountain towards the clouds, and angels
accompanied him as he rode upward; and a sound of solemn music came down
from above to greet him. The heavens opened, yea, even to the seventh
heaven, and there appeared the likeness of a throne on the right hand of
the Majesty on high; and ten thousands of thousands of saints were about
the throne, with palms in their hands, singing hosannas unto the Son of
David. But even as the chariot rose higher and higher, the music waxed
louder and fuller; till at the last, when the chariot was now nigh unto
the throne, behold all the harps in heaven rang out hosannas with such a
peal of praise as made me start out of my vision; and I awoke, and it was
a dream.
CHAPTER XXX
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