All, all, all are yours!
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"In Him dwells all the fullness of the Godhead bodily. And you are complete in Him." Colossians 2:9, 10
All the attributes of Christ are at our disposal. All the fullness of the Godhead, whatever that marvelous term may comprehend, is ours to make us complete. His omnipotence, omniscience, omnipresence, immutability and infallibility, are all combined for our defense. Arise, believer, and behold the Lord Jesus yoking the whole of His divine Godhead—to the chariot of salvation!
How vast His grace,
how firm His faithfulness,
how unswerving His immutability,
how infinite His power,
how limitless His knowledge!
All these are by the Lord Jesus made the pillars of the temple of salvation; and all, without diminution of their infinity, are covenanted to us as our perpetual inheritance.
Every drop of the fathomless love of the Saviour's heart is ours; every sinew in the arm of might, every jewel in the crown of majesty—the immensity of divine knowledge, and the sternness of divine justice—all are ours, and shall be employed for us. The whole of Christ, in His adorable character as the Son of God, is by Himself made over to us most richly to enjoy!
His wisdom is our direction,
His knowledge is our instruction,
His power is our protection,
His justice is our surety,
His love is our comfort,
His mercy is our solace, and
His immutability is our trust.
He makes no reserve—but opens the recesses of the Mount of God—and bids us dig in its mines for the hidden treasures. "All, all, all are yours!" says He.
Those cheeks!
"His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers." Song of Solomon 5:13
Lo, the flowery month of May has arrived! March winds and April showers have done their work—and the earth is all bedecked with beauty! Come my soul, put on your holiday attire and go forth to gather garlands of Heavenly thoughts. You know where to betake yourself.
For to you, "the beds of spices" are well known, and you have so often smelled the perfume of "the sweet flowers," that you will go at once to your well-beloved and find all loveliness, all joy in Him.
That cheek once so crudely smitten with a rod, oft be-dewed with tears of sympathy, and then defiled with spittle—that cheek as it smiles with mercy—is a fragrant aromatic to my heart! You did not hide Your face from shame and spitting, O Lord Jesus—and therefore I will find my dearest delight in praising You.
Those cheeks were furrowed by the plough of grief, and crimsoned with red lines of blood from Your thorn-crowned temples; such marks of unbounded love cannot but charm my soul—far more than "pillars of perfume."
If I may not see the whole of His face—I would behold His cheeks, for the least glimpse of Him is exceedingly refreshing to my spiritual sense—and yields a variety of delights!
In Jesus I find not only fragrance—but a bed of spices; not one flower—but all kinds of sweet flowers. He is to me—my roseand my lily, my heart's-ease and my cluster of camp-hire . When He is with me—it is May all the year round, and my soul goes forth to wash her happy face in the morning-dew of His grace, and to solace herself with the singing of the birds of His promises.
Precious Lord Jesus, let me in very deed know the blessedness which dwells in abiding, unbroken fellowship with You. I am a poor worthless one, whose cheek You have deigned to kiss! O let me kiss You in return with the kisses of my lips!
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