Does it not thrill our hearts to think of it : God’s glory —the glory of martyrdom— the glory that shines feebly in the martyr’s flame —that is what He will give to us. That is the promise : and if we think, ’ How shall that draw men ?’ this is the glory of the promise beyond : He will make us so that it shall be happiness to us. He will add to us so much ; make us like Himself, whose utter sacrifice destroys “not” nor impairs His perfect bliss ; whose bliss and sacrifice are one. This it is to be infinite, to be eternal, to have life. And think of this as the history and consummation of the world : this the work God will do He will bring all men to choose, and have their joy in, martyrdom. That is the spectacle He will exhibit to the universe this earth : a world made alive ! It is not too fair a dream ; man’s imagination has not devised it ; though his heart leaps to it and his reason owns. It is God’s promise.