June 21 — Morning

The entire person of Jesus is but as one gem, and His life is all along but one impression of the seal. He is altogether complete; not only in His several parts, but as a gracious all-glorious whole. His character is not a mass of fair colours mixed confusedly, nor a heap of precious stones laid carelessly one upon another; He is a picture of beauty and a breastplate of glory. In Him, all the "things of good repute" are in their proper places, and assist in adorning each other. Not one feature in His glorious person attracts attention at the expense of others; but He is perfectly and altogether lovely. Oh, Jesus! Your power, Your grace, Your justice, Your tenderness, Your truth, Your majesty, and Yours immutability make up such a man, or rather such a God-man, as neither heaven nor earth has seen elsewhere. Your infancy, Your eternity, Your sufferings, Your triumphs, Your death, and Yours immortality, are all woven in one gorgeous tapestry, without seam or rent. You art music without discord; You art many, and yet not divided; You art all things, and yet not diverse. As all the colours blend into one resplendent rainbow, so all the glories of heaven and earth meet in You, and unite so wondrously, that there is none like You in all things; no, if all the virtues of the most excellent were bound in one bundle, they could not rival You, You mirror of all perfection. You have been anointed with the holy oil of myrrh and cassia, which Your God has reserved for You alone; and as for Your fragrance, it is as the holy perfume, the like of which none other can ever mingle, even with the art of the apothecary; each spice is fragrant, but the compound is divine. "Oh, sacred symmetry! oh, rare connection Of many perfects, to make one perfection! Oh, heavenly music, where all parts do meet In one sweet strain, to make one perfect sweet!"