WHAT MANNER OF LOVE IS THIS?

What manner of love is this, that I, who live in a tottering house of clay, amidst a people of unclean lips, should be raised to a mansion of glory among the innumerable company of saints and angels; that I, a dull inhabitant of a miserable world, should be translated to a joyful rest, unchanging as eternity; that I, who was once a slave of Satan, and deserve only to live with him, should be made and kept a child of God, yea, an heir of God, and a joint-heir with Christ Jesus, of a kingdom which cannot be shaken! O what manner of love is this indeed!

—Ambrose Serle.