He is King by right of his divine nature. Thy throne, O God, is forever and ever. Well might Psalm xlv. be entitled the poem of the lilies, as if to denote its pure and choice and matchless beauties. He is also King as the reward of his obedience unto death. He sat down.
Love is regnant.
The Lamb is in the midst of the Throne. Behold his majesty, and worship him with angels and archangels, and all the throng of the redeemed. Prostrate yourself at his feet, consecrating to him all you are and all you have. Comfort yourself also by remembering that he would not sit to rest from his labors in redemption, and in the purging away of sins, unless they were so completely finished that there was nothing more to do. Back to contents.