There is nothing the heart can crave which we have not in Jesus. Does it long for genuine sympathy? Where can it, save in Him who could mingle His tears with those of the bereaved sisters of Bethany? Does it desire the enjoyment of sincere affection? It can only find it in that heart which told forth its love in drops of blood. Does it seek the protection of real power? It has but to look to Him who made the worlds. Does it feel the need of unerring wisdom to guide? Let it betake itself to Him who is Wisdom personified, and “who of God is made unto us wisdom,” In one word, we have all in Christ.