IN IMMANUEL'S LAND
Your eyes will behold the king in his beauty; they
will see a land that stretches afar. Your heart will muse on the terror:
"Where is he who counted, where is he who weighed the tribute? Where is
he who counted the towers?" You will see no more the insolent people,
the people of an obscure speech that you cannot comprehend, stammering
in a tongue that you cannot understand. Behold Zion, the city of our
appointed feasts! Your eyes will see Jerusalem, an untroubled
habitation, an immovable tent, whose stakes will never be plucked up,
nor will any of its cords be broken. But there the Lord in majesty will
be for us a place of broad rivers and streams, where no galley with oars
can go, nor majestic ship can pass. For the Lord is our judge; the Lord
is our lawgiver; the Lord is our king; he will save us.
Isaiah 33:17-22 ESV
¶Where do I first turn to see the beauty of this prophecy reflected?
In the words of Samuel Rutherford (1660-1661)?
The King there in His beauty,
Without a veil is seen:
It were a well-spent journey
Though seven deaths lay between:
The Lamb with His fair army,
Doth on Mount Zion stand;
And glory—glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
In
the amusement of Jesus who by the power of His words alone called
Matthew out from counting and weighing the Roman tribute to become a
disciple?
In the transformation of the tent of our far-too-corruptible flesh into an incorruptible dwelling for God's Holy Spirit?
In
the uniting of heaven with a new earth, spreading in broad plains and
wide rivers from the Throne of this new Jerusalem, protected from
invading fleets and occupying towers, not with guns and armor, but with
the sword of a word proceeding from the mouth of the one, mounted on a
great white horse, who is called Faithful and True?
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