Love
I had rather bless the soul of the poorest crossing-sweeper, or rag-gatherer, than please a prince of the blood, and fail to convert him to God.
He makes rich provision for her wants, pays all her debts, allows her to assume his name, and to share in all his wealth.
You are Christ’s and Christ is yours. As husband and wife are one, so is Jesus one with all those who are united to Him by faith; one by a conjugal union which can never be broken.
Death must sever the conjugal tie between the most loving mortals, but it cannot divide the links of this immortal marriage.
Christ Jesus has no quarrel with his spouse. She often wanders from him, and grieves his Holy Spirit, but he does not allow her faults to affect his love.
He sometimes chides, but it is always in the tenderest manner, with the kindest intentions: it is ‘my love’ even then.
He who does not pine to lead others to Jesus has never been under the spell of love himself. Get to the work of the Lord--the work of love. Begin at home. Visit next your neighbors.
We have fellowship with Christ in his love. What he loves we love. He loves the saints—so do we.
As a mother puts out her finger to her little child and woos it to walk by saying, ‘Come,’ even so does Jesus.