Love

We must amalgamate with our boldness the loveliness of Jesus’ disposition. Let courage be the brass, let love be the gold. Let us mix the two together, so shall we produce a rich Corinthian metal, fit to be manufactured into the beautiful gate of the temple.

Behold in Christ love consolidated! He was one mighty pillar of benevolence. As God is love, so Christ is love. Christians, be ye loving also. Let your love and beneficence beam out on all men. Say not, u Be ye warmed, and be ye filled,” but “give a portion to seven, and also to eight.”

Everything in this world telleth of love. But would you know the heights and depths, and length and breadths, of the love of (rod which passeth knowledge, come to the cross.

The more God lives in the Christian, the better the Christian loves him; the oftener God comes to see him, the better he loves God. And God loves his people all the more when they are familiar with him.

Learn the omnipotence of love. O love, thou art the conqueror of all hearts, thou art the sum of Godhead, thou art the explanation of divinity.

All the punishment of Christ’s people was distilled into one cup; no mortal lip might give it so much as a solitary sip. When he put it to his lips, it was so bitter, he well nigh spurned it — “Let this cup pass from me.” But love for his people was so strong, that he took the cup in both his hands, and

“At one tremendous draught of love,
He drank damnation dry.”

There is a voice in love, it speaks a language which is its own, it has an idiom and a brogue which none can mimic; wisdom cannot imitate it; oratory cannot attain unto it; it is love alone which can reach the mourning heart; love is the only handkerchief which can wipe the mourner’s tears away.

The epistles of John are perfumed with love. The word is continually occurring, while the spirit enters into every sentence. Each letter is thorougly impregnated with this heavenly honey. If he speaks of God, his name must be love; are the brethren mentioned, he loves them; and even of the world itself, he writes, “God so loved the world, that he gave his only-begotten Son.” From the opening to the conclusion, love is the manner, love the matter, love the motive, and love the aim.

What is this great world of ours but “love” spelled out large? The stars, if we could read them rightly, spell “love.” If we could interpret the language of the floods, we should hear them whispering “love.” And could we gather together all flowers, and distil their essence, and get an extract from them all, we should find that its smell was “love.”

As the streams run to the ocean, so do the all-sweet words of Jesus tend to himself: launch thy bark upon any one of them, and it shall bear thee onward to the broad sea of his love.