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And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should–how wide, how long, how high, and how deep His love is. May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully! (Ephesians 3:18-19).

The love of Christ is an infinite love–its heights and depths, its breadths and lengths–surpass our knowledge! The whole of His nature and perfections are thrown into His love, therefore He is said to BE LOVE. He cannot love His people more than He does–nor will He love them less! Until we can comprehend infinity and measure eternity–we cannot know the love of Christ to perfection.

Love in us–rules us; just so, the infinite love of Jesus, rules Him. All that He has ever purposed, promised, or performed for His people–has flowed from this ocean of divine love! He is a globe of love–without beginning or end! He is a sea of love–without fault of defect! Only an infinite intellect can grasp Christ’s love–only eternity is sufficient to reveal it to our minds. Christ’s love will be always unfolding–but never be fully unfolded. It will be always displaying–but never be fully displayed. We may stand in the center and endeavor to follow its lines–but Christ’s love defies our powers, and drowns our thoughts in its immensity!

Christ’s love can never be diverted from its objects; it is immutably fixed upon them–and remains fixed forever! Had it been possible to have turned its current, it would have been done long ago; but it is still the river, the streams whereof make glad the city of God.

Having loved His own–He loves them unto the very end. Nothing present or future, above or below–can ever separate believers from the love of Jesus!

On this rock they rest–amidst all the storms of life! In this fortress they hide–when dangers of every kind surround them! At this fountain they live–when every creature-stream is dried up!

No love is unchangeable–but the love of Jesus! His love is like the great mountains, and abides forever firm!

O believer, admire and adore! Jesus continues to love you–amidst all your coldness, darkness, and proneness to wander; therefore He restores your soul and causes you to walk in the paths of righteousness. Satan may harass and accuse you, the world may frown upon and persecute you–but Jesus rests in His love, and rejoices over you with singing!

And amidst all the changes which we feel within and without, we ask with holy Paul, “Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?” And with him we reply, “No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow–not even the powers of Hell, can separate us from God’s love! No power in the sky above or in the earth below–indeed, nothing in all creation–will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord!”

James Smith 1802-1862
James Smith and was a predecessor of Charles Spurgeon at New Park Street Chapel in London from 1841-1850. He also ministered with great blessing in Cheltenham. His devotional, The Believer’s Daily Remembrancer, subtitled Pastor’s Morning and Evening Visit, was very popular in its own day, and has received a new lease of life through recent republication.

Oh Love That Will Not Let Me Go

Oh, love that will not let me go I rest my weary soul in Thee. 
I give You back this life I owe, and in Your ocean depths its flow.
May richer fuller be, Oh, light that follows all my way. 
I yield my flickering torch to Thee and my heart restores its borrowed ray. 
And in Your sunshines blaze, its day, may brighter, fairer be. 
Rejoice my heart, Rejoice my soul my Savior God has come to Thee. 
Rejoice my heart you’ve been made whole, by a love that will not let me go.
Oh, joy that seeks me through the pain, I cannot close my heart to Thee. 
I chase the rainbow through the rain and feel the promise is not vain.
That more shall tearless be. 
Oh, cross that lifts and holds my head I dare not ask to fly from thee.
I lay in dust lifes glory dead. From the ground their blossoms red. 
Life that shall endless be.