Jesus, the very thought of Thee, with sweetness fills my breast, but sweeter far thy face to see, and in thy presence rest. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, nor can the memory find, a sweeter sound than thy blessed name, O Savior of mankind. O hope of every contrite heart, O joy of all the meek, to those who fall how kind Thou art, how good to those who seek. But what to those who find? Ah, this, nor tongue nor pen can show the love of Jesus what it is. None but His loved ones know. Jesus, our only joy be thou as thou our prize shalt be. Jesus, be thou our glory now and through eternity. Saint Bernard.

He has said to my soul, I am your salvation. He saves us, not because of any merit in us or any deservings of our own. But because sovereign grace chose us and divine compassion redeemed us, and when we were far off, infinite pity brought us back and made us near at the precious blood of Christ. Susanna Spurgeon.