Can you have any doubt about who it is on the seat on the judgment day?  Better make investigation, to see whether there are any scars about Him that reveal His person.  Apparel may change.  You can not always tell by apparel.  But scars will tell the story after all else fails.  I find under His left arm a scar, and on His right hand a scar, and on His left hand a scar, and on His right foot a scar, and on His left foot a scar.  Oh, yes, He is the Son of Man in His glory.  Every mark of wound now a badge of victory, every ridge showing the fearful gash now telling the story of pain and sacrifice which He suffered in behalf of the human race.

But what is all that commotion and flutter, and surging to and fro above Him and on either side of Him?  It is a detailed regiment of heaven, a constabulary angelic, sent forth to take part in that scene, and to execute the mandates that shall be issued.  Ten regiments, a hundred regiments, a thousand regiments of angels; for on that day all heaven will be emptied of its inhabitants to let them attend the scene.  All the holy angels.  From what a center to what a circumference.  Widening out and widening out, and higher up and higher up.  Wings interlocking wings.  Galleries of cloud above galleries of cloud, all filled with the faces of angels come to listen and come to watch, and come to help on that day for which all other days were made.  Who are those two taller and more conspicuous angels?  The one is Michael, who is the commander of all those who come out to destroy sin.  The other is Gabriel, who is announced as commander of all those who come forth to help the righteous.  Who is that mighty angel near the throne?  That is the resurrection angel, his lips still aquiver and his cheek aflush with the blast that shattered the cemeteries and woke the dead.  Who is that other great angel, with dark and overshadowing brow?  That is the one who in one night, by one flap of his wing, turned one hundred and eighty-five thousand of Sennacherib’s host into corpses.

Who are those bright immortals near the throne, their faces partly turned toward each other as though about to sing?  Oh, they are the Bethlehem chanters of the first Christmas night!  Who are this other group standing so near the throne?  They are the Saviour’s especial bodyguard, which hovered over Him in the wilderness and administered to Him in the hour of martyrdom, and heaved away the rock of His sarcophagus, and escorted Him upward on Ascension Day, now appropriately escorting Him down.  Divine glory flanked on both sides by angelic radiance.

But now lower your eye from the divine and angelic to the human.  The entire human race is present.  All nations, says my text.  Before that time the American Republic, the English Government, the French Republic, all modern modes of government may be obliterated for something better; but all nations, whether dead or alive, will be brought up into that assembly.  Thebes and Tyre and Babylon and Greece and Rome as wide awake in that assembly as though they had never slumbered amid the dead nations.  Europe, Asia, Africa, North and South America, and all the nineteenth century, the eighteenth century, the twelfth century, the tenth century, the fourth century—­all centuries present.  Not one being that ever drew the breath of life but will be in that assembly.