Come, dear readers, let each one of us speak for himself of the wonderful love, not of Jonathan, but of Jesus.

We will not relate what we have been told, but the things which we have tasted and handled-of the love of Christ.

Thy love to me, O Jesus, was wonderful when I was a stranger wandering far from Thee, fulfilling the desires of the flesh and of the mind.

Thy love restrained me from committing the sin which is unto death, and withheld me from self-destruction.

Thy love held back the axe when Justice said, “Cut it down! why cumbereth it the ground?”

Thy love drew me into the wilderness, stripped me there, and made me feel the guilt of my sin, and the burden of mine iniquity.

Thy love spake thus comfortably to me when, I was sore dismayed — ”Come unto Me, and I will give thee rest.”

Oh, how matchless Thy love when, in a moment, Thou didst wash my sins away, and make my polluted soul, which was crimson with the blood of my nativity, and black with the grime of my transgressions, to be white as the driven snow, and pure as the finest wool.

How Thou didst commend Thy love when Thou didst whisper in my ears, “I am thine and thou art Mine.”

Kind were those accents when Thou saidst, “The Father Himself loveth you.”

And sweet the moments, passing sweet, when Thou declaredst to me “the love of the Spirit.”

Never shall my soul forget those chambers of fellowship where Thou has unveiled Thyself to me.

Had Moses his cleft in the rock, where he saw the train, the back parts of his God? We, too, have had our clefts in the rock, where we have seen the full splendours of the Godhead in the person of Christ.

Did David remember the tracks of the wild goat, the land of Jordan and the Hermonites? We, too, can remember spots to memory dear, equal to these in blessedness.

Precious Lord Jesus, give us a fresh draught of Thy wondrous love to begin the month with. Amen.

Is it too much to hope that when we see our blessed Lord in the glory, when the trials and the toils and the sacrifices are all at an end—Is it too much to desire that He should say something like this to us: “Your love for me was wonderful”?

I tell you it will make the toils of the road and all the renunciations and willing sacrifices of life seem as nothing to have some such words of commendation from the lips of our Savior and to hear Him say to the one who has sought to be faithful at all cost: “Well done. You were never popular on earth, and nobody knew much about you.

The life you lived to My glory in the uninspiriting sphere of duty seemed to be wasted and its sacrifice to be worthless by those who knew it, but your love for Me was wonderful!

Men said you made mistakes and were narrow-minded and did not catch the spirit of the age.

Men thought you were a fanatic and a fool and called you so; men crucified you as they crucified Me, but your love for Me was wonderful!”

Savior, Thy dying love Thou gavest me, Nor should I ought withhold, Dear Lord, from Thee: In love my soul would bow, My heart fulfill its vow, Some offering bring Thee now, Something for Thee.

He is altogether lovely.