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 those bright openings into the world of glory? As we come near, how sweetly do the songs of heaven sound to our ears, and the rays of glory become brighter and brighter. All around is night, but there is no night there. As I look through I see Jesus there. The blessed God seated upon a throne of light, with a rainbow about his head, crowns are thrown at his feet, and voices without number are crying to him, "Worthy is the Lamb that was slain." I see angels there. Thousands and tens of thousands, with golden harps and glorious countenances, and bright shining garments. I see saints there, with white