The love of the Church extends beyond the person of the Bridegroom and reaches to everything connected with Him. “All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made thee glad.” His very vestments are precious in her esteem. She rejoices to sing of Him in His priestly garments. “The mitred crown, the embroidered vest, With graceful dignity He wears; And in full splendor on His breast The sacred oracle appears.” Arrayed in His royal robes, He is not less glorious in her eyes: she loves to see His crown and own her King. There is not a word which His lip hath uttered, nor a place whereon His foot hath trodden, nor a vessel which His hands have handled, which is not wholly consecrated in her esteem. We are no worshipers of the ragged relics so fondly hoarded by Rome; but we have other and far better memorials — holy things that are of inestimable worth. His written Word, over which we even now see that loving hand moving as it did when, many a year ago, it wrote each character; the echo of His departed voice not yet buried in silence; His wine cup not yet empty; His blood still flowing; and His benediction still breathing peace upon us: all these still remain and are valued above all price. We esteem His ordinances, and we triumph in His teaching, however the worldly-wise may condemn it. His service is our delight; to stand at His gates is honor; and to run before His chariot is bliss. As for His people, we greet them as saints, we call them our brethren, and they are most near and dear to us for His sake. The meanest beggar in His Church is of more account to us than the proudest monarch out of it. “Because he belongs to Christ,” is always a sufficient reason for the outflow of our affection; for all that is His is dear to us.

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