(Spurgeon, "Nunc Dimittis" #1014)
Have you ever felt heavenly homesickness?
Surely, when your heart has been full of the
Bridegroom's beauty, and your soul has been
ravished with his dear and ever precious love,
you have said: "When shall the day break,
and the shadows flee away? Why are His
chariots so long in coming?"
You have swooned, as it were, with love
sickness for your precious Savior, thirsting
to see Him as He is, and to be like Him.
The world is black when Christ is seen in
His beauty. The world is a poor heap of
ashes when Jesus is altogether lovely to us.