The Lord Jesus is the subject of my meditations. Not a day passes but my
thoughts are occupied with Him. Forget whom I may–I never forget Him.
Nothing feeds, nothing refreshes, nothing delights my soul–like
vigorous meditations on Jesus. I dwell at times on . . .
the glories of His person,
the riches of His grace,
the merit of His blood,
the transcendent glory of His righteousness,
the tenderness of His sympathy,
the constancy of His love,
the vastness of His resources,
the greatness of His power,
the glory of His offices,
the prevalence of His intercession, and
the grandeur of His second coming–
until I am enamored with His beauty, and enraptured with His love!
My meditation of Jesus is sweet! I think of Him upon my bed, and
meditate on Him through the watches of the night.
Jesus is the solace and joy of my soul.
When all is dark within me,
when all is dreary around me,
when all is discouraging before me–
He fills me full of joy with His countenance.
One look from His eye,
one word from His lips,
one breath breathed on my soul–
relieves, restores, and makes me happy.
He is the river of pleasure–in which I sometimes bathe!
He is the Eden of delights–in which I sometimes walk!
Take away Jesus–and my soul droops, desponds, and dies!
Give me Jesus–and the enjoyment of His presence, and I can do without any other heaven!
He is the joy of my brightest days, and my solace in my dreariest nights!”
