Heard a sermon upon the cross of Christ—a special time of love to my soul this evening. Surely, His left hand is under my head, and with His right hand He does embrace me. Yes; vile, guilty, abominable as I am, my own Jesus bathes me in His blood, robes me in His righteousness, puts upon me His beauty, and then says, “You are absolutely beautiful, my darling, with no imperfection in you.” Oh, the wonders of His love! My heart is ravished and overcome and I would be away to enjoy the full fruition; “I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my Beloved until He please.”
My happy soul would stay, In such a frame as this, And sit and sing herself away, To everlasting bliss.