and blood into his own hands, and with thanksgiving bestows it among
his disciples; then he sings a hymn, then he rejoices, then he comes
with a "Lo, I come." O the heart, the great heart that Jesus had for
us to do us good! He did it with all the desire of his soul.

When a man shall not only design me a purse of gold, but shall
venture his life to bring it to me, this is grace indeed. But, alas,
what are a thousand such short comparisons to the unsearchable love
of Christ?

Christ Jesus has bags of mercy that were never yet broken up or
unsealed. Hence it is said, he has goodness laid up; things reserved
in heaven for his. And if he breaks up one of these bags, who can
tell what he can do?

It is not exaltation, nor a crown, nor a kingdom, nor a throne that
shall make Christ neglect his poor ones on earth; yea, because he is
exalted and on the throne, therefore it is that such a river of
life, with its golden streams, proceeds with us. And it shall
proceed, to be far higher than ever were the swellings of Jordan.
Rev. 22:1.

How the brave sun doth peep up from beneath,
Shows us his golden face, doth on us breathe;
Yea, he doth compass us around with glories
Whilst he ascends up to his highest stories,
Where he his banner over us displays
And gives us light to see our works and ways.

Nor are we now, as at the peep of light,