I would that the shedding abroad of the love were more deeply and joyfully experienced.
"He that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God." What a word! There can be no place of rest for the heart but love, and that place of rest is found, and found only, in God.
"Perfect love casteth out fear." Faith stands at the door, and if a single touch of fear, or suspicion, or reserve, or distance, if a single breath of the spirit of bondage come to the door, and seek admittance, faith lets these travelers know that there is no room for them, the place is preoccupied, and occupied by such an inmate as will certainly be anything but disposed to make room for them."