THE most mysterious joy one ever experiences arises from a sense of God, known in Jesus Christ and full of infinite love; the soul perceives Jehovah’s all-pervading presence by an unutterable sense of overshadowing, which brings with it a delight such as nothing can rival; as much above all the joys of mere nature as the heaven is above the earth. The will of God is then the soul’s highest will―its all in all. More bliss it could not conceive. Yet it is not bliss that it thinks of, but the Lord Himself.
C. H. SPURGEON.
LAMB of God, our souls adore Thee,
While upon Thy face we gaze!
There the Father’s love and glory
Shine in all their brightest rays.
Thy almighty pow’r and wisdom
All creation’s works proclaim,
Heaven and earth alike confess Thee,
As the ever-great I AM.
Son of God, Thy Father’s boson
Ever was Thy dwelling-place;
His delight, in Him rejoicing,
One with Him in pow’r and grace.
Oh what wondrous love and mercy!
Thou didst lay Thy glory by,
And for us didst come from heaven
As the Lamb of God to die.
Lamb of God, when we behold Thee
Lowly in the manger laid;
Wand’ring as a homeless stranger
In the world Thy hands had made;
When we see Thee in the garden
In Thine agony of blood,
At Thy grace we are confounded,
Holy, spotless, Lamb of God!
When we see Thee as the Victim
Nailed to the accursed tree,
For our guilt and folly stricken,
All our judgment borne by Thee,
Lord, we own, with hearts adoring,
Thou hast washed us in Thy blood:
Glory, glory everlasting
Be to Thee, Thou Lamb of God!