the mere scenery and modes of the future state. But this
desire to be in the midst of perpetual revelations argues
that there is not enough to fill our minds and excite our
wonder here; when all things around us are pregnant with
suggestion, and invite us, and offer unfathomed depths for
our curious seeking. There is so much here, too, for our
love and our discipline; so much for us to do, that we hardly
need more revelations just now; -they might overwhelm and
disturb us in the pursuit of these appointed ends. Moreover,
the gratification of this desire would foreclose that
glorious anticipation, that trembling expectancy, which is so
fraught with inspiration and delight, --the joy of the
unknown, the bliss of the thought that there is a great deal
yet to be revealed.

We do need some revelation; just such as has been given; --a
glimpse of the immortal splendors; an articulate Voice from
heaven --a view of the glorified Jesus; a revelation in a
point of time, just as that on the mount was in point of
space. We need some; but not too much, --not all revelation;
not revelation as a customary fact. If so, I repeat, we
should neglect this ordained field of thought and action. We
should live in a sphere of supernaturalism, --in an
atmosphere of wonder, --amid a planetary roll of miracles;
still unsatisfied; still needing the suggestion of higher
points to break the stupendous monotony.

And I insist that work, not vision, is to be the ordinary
method of our being here, against the position of those who
shut themselves in to a contemplative and extatic piety.