An inexhaustible fullness

 (John Fawcett, "Christ Precious")

 "Yes, He is very precious to you who believe!"
     1 Peter 2:7

 Christian! Jesus is your Savior, your Friend,
 and your Portion!

 You are guilty—His blood cleanses from all sin.
 You are miserable—He is rich in mercy.
 You are helpless—He is mighty to save.
 You are impoverished—His riches are unsearchable.

 His treasures of grace are inexhaustible! There is 
 an inexhaustible fullness in Him, answerable
 to all your necessities—be they ever so many, or
 ever so great. He is the ever-flowing, the over-
 flowing fountain of living waters. He is able to
 do exceedingly abundantly above all that we can
 ask or think. It has pleased the Father, that in
 Him all fullness should dwell. Indeed, we have
 all received grace after grace from His fullness.
 His kindness and mercy are unbounded.

 If the kindness of men has a tendency to win your
 hearts—how much more should the infinite love of
 Jesus constrain you to love Him! He is precious in the
 glorious perfections of His person, His transcendent
 worth, and His all-surpassing excellency. Surely then,
 it is reasonable, it is highly proper—that He should be
 chief the object of your love!

  All that is excellent, all that is desirable, all that is
 comforting—is concentrated in Him. He is fairer than
 the children of men, the chief among ten thousands,
 and altogether lovely! O how unspeakably—how
 infinitely precious! "Yes, He is very precious to you
 who believe!" 1 Peter 2:7

 Love to Jesus is maintained and continued in its
 warmth and fervor—by frequent meditation on His
 adorable person, His dying love, and His infinite
 excellence and preciousness. If we lose sight of
 Him as the spring of all our happiness, and of His
 ineffable glories—the fervency of our love for Him
 will be abated.

 If Jesus Christ is so superlatively precious in Himself,
 we have reason to be ashamed that we love Him no
 more. Alas! how languid are our affections towards
 Him who is altogether lovely—and how easily are our
 hearts captivated with vanities and trifles! This is
 matter of deep humiliation, grief, and sorrow.
 
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