That love, we may be very sure, will not foster in us hopes that are to be disappointed.  Now, it is a fact that the more a man feels that God loves him, the less is it possible for him to believe that that love will ever terminate, or that he shall ‘all die.’  In the lock of a canal, as the water pours in, the vessel rises.  In our hearts, as the flood of the full love of God pours in, our hopes are borne up and up, nearer and nearer to the heavens.  Since it is so, we must find in the fact that the constant and necessary result of communion with Him here on earth is a conviction of the immortality of that communion, a very, very strong guarantee for ourselves that the hope is not in vain.  And if you say that that is all merely subjective, yet I think that the universality of the experience is a fact to be taken into account even by those who doubt the reality of the hope, and for ourselves, at all events, is a sufficient ground on which to rest.  We have the historical fact of the Resurrection of Jesus Christ.  We have the fact that wherever there has been earthly experience of true communion with God, there, and in the measure in which it has been realised, the thermometer of our hopes of immortality, so to speak, has risen.  ‘God is love,’ and God will not bring the man that trusts Him to confusion.

And may we not venture to say that, contemplating the analogous earthly love, we are permitted to believe that that divine Lover of our souls desires to have His beloved with Him, and desires that there be no separation between Him and them, either, if I might so say, in place or in disposition?  As certainly as husband and wife, lover and friend, long to be together, and need it for perfection and for rest, so surely will that divine love not be satisfied until it has gathered all its children to its breast and made them partakers of itself.

There are many, many hopes that put the men who cherish them to shame, partly because they are never fulfilled, partly because, though fulfilled, they are disappointed, since the reality is so much less than the anticipation.  Who does not know that the spray of blossom on the tree looks far more lovely hanging above our heads than when it is grasped by us?  Who does not know that the fish struggling on the hook seems heavier than it turns out to be when lying on the bank?  We go to the rainbow’s end, and we find, not a pot of gold, but a huddle of cold, wet mist.  There is one man that is entitled to say:  ’To-morrow shall be as this day, and much more abundant.’  Who is he?  Only the man whose hope is in the Lord his God.  If we open our hearts by faith, then these three lines of sequence of which we have been speaking will converge, and we shall have the hope that is the shining apex of ‘being justified by faith,’ and the hope that is the calm result of trouble and agitation, and the hope that, travelling further and higher than anything in our inward experience or our outward discipline, grasps the key-word of the universe, ’God is love,’ and triumphantly makes sure that ’neither death nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.’