He who delights in the possession of the Lord Jesus hath all that heart can wish. As for created things, they are like shallow and deceitful brooks; they fail to supply our wants, much less our wishes. “The bed” of earthly enjoyment “is shorter than that a man can stretch himself on it, and the covering narrower than that he can wrap himself in it;” but in Jesus there is room for imagination’s utmost stretch and widest range. When Jesus is enjoyed, He puts a fullness into all other mercies; His house is lull when He is there; His throne of grace is full when He sits on it; and His guest chamber is full when He is master of the feast. “The creature without Christ is an empty thing, a lamp without oil, a bone without marrow ; but when Christ is present our cup runneth over, and we eat bread to the full. A dinner of herbs, when we have communion with Him, is as rich a feast as a stalled ox; and our narrow cot is as noble a mansion as the great house of the wealthy. Go not abroad, ye hungry wishes of my soul — stay ye at home, and feast on Jesus; for abroad ye must starve, since all other beloveds are empty and undesirable. Stay with Christ, and eat ye that which is good, and delight thyself in fatness.

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