{"product_id":"2940011840098","title":"Help Heavenward","description":"“And the ransomed of the Lord shall return, end come to Zion with songs, and everlasting joy upon their heads: they shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.”—Isa. 35:10.\u003cbr\u003eThe children of God are on their way to the Father’s house. As spiritual voyagers they are homeward-bound. Heaven is the place at which they will as certainly arrive as that Christ Himself is there. Already the expectant of glory binds the “wave sheaf ” to his believing bosom. Faith is the spiritual spy of the soul. It travels far into the promised land, gathers the ripe clusters—the evidences\u003cbr\u003eand pledges of its reality and richness—and, returning, bears with it these, the “first-fruits” of the coming vintage. “My soul has desired the first ripe fruits:” and he who has in his soul the “first-fruits of the Spirit, waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption\u003cbr\u003eof the body,” knows something in his experience of heaven upon earth. Ah! many a glimpse and gleam of the heavenly land dawns upon the Christian in the darkness of his dungeon, in the loneliness of his exile, in the cloistered stillness of his suffering chamber. Such was the rapture of a departing saint: “The celestial city is full in my view. Its glories beam upon me, its breezes fan me, its odors are wafted to me, its sounds strike upon my ear, and its spirit is breathed into my heart. Nothing separates me from it but the river of death, which now appears but as an insignificant rill, that may be crossed at a single step, whenever God shall give permission. The Sun of Righteousness has been gradually drawing nearer and nearer, appearing larger and brighter as He approached, and now He fills the whole hemisphere, pouring forth a flood of glory, in which I seem to float like an insect in the beams of the sun; exulting, yet almost trembling, while I gaze at the excessive brightness,\u003cbr\u003eand wondering with unutterable wonder why God should deign thus to shine upon a sinful worm”—Payson.","brand":"Winslow Pub.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47152290693360,"sku":"2940011840098","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940011840098_p0.jpg?v=1763550429","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940011840098","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}