the imperfect disappears

 

It is the light of heaven only, that will remove all clouds and darkness that hide the face of God from us.

Hope fastens on future happiness, and waits for that; but in heaven, faith will be swallowed up in actual sight, and hope in enjoyment.

There is no room to believe and hope, when we see and enjoy. But there, love will be made perfect. There we shall perfectly love God. And there we shall perfectly love one another. 
 
[Commentary from Matthew Henry]