I saw the beauty of heaven. I heard the angels sing their rapturous songs, ascribing praise, honor, and glory to Jesus. I could then realize something of the wondrous love of the Son of God. He left all the glory, all the honor which He had in heaven, and was so interested for our salvation that He patiently and meekly bore every indignity and slight which man could heap upon Him. He was wounded, smitten, and bruised; He was stretched on Calvary’s cross and suffered the most agonizing death to save us from death, that we might be washed in His blood and be raised up to live with Him in the mansions He is preparing for us, to enjoy the light and glory of heaven, to hear the angels sing, and to sing with them. {1T 123.3}

Jeg så himmelens skønhed. Jeg hørte englene synge deres henrivende sange og tilskrive Jesus pris og ære og herlighed. Da kunne jeg fatte lidt af Guds søns vidunderlige kærlighed. Han forlod al den herlighed og al den ære, han havde i himmelen og interesserede sig i den grad for vor frelse, at han tålmodigt og sagtmodigt bar al den hån og ringeagt, som mennesker kunne overøse ham med. Han blev såret, slået og knust; han blev udstrakt på Golgatas kors og (124) led den mest kvalfulde død for at frelse os fra døden, for at vi kunne blive tvættet i hans blod og opstå for at leve sammen med ham i de boliger, han bereder for os, for at nyde himmelens lys og herlighed og for at høre englene synge og synge med dem.