When someone is precious to us, everything connected with them becomes precious too. This is how it is with the Lord Jesus. To every true believer, he is so valuable that everything about him becomes priceless beyond measure. David said it this way: "All your garments smell of myrrh, aloes, and cassia"—as if even the Savior's clothing was so sweetened by his person that he could not but love them.

Certain it is that there is not a spot where those hallowed feet have walked—there is not a word those blessed lips have spoken—not a thought his loving Word has revealed—that is not precious beyond all price to us.

And this is true of every name of Christ—they are all sweet in the believer's ear! Whether he be called the Husband of the Church, her Bridegroom, her Friend; whether he be named the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world—the King, the Prophet, the Priest—every title of our Master—Shiloh, Emmanuel, Wonderful, Mighty Counselor—every name is like the honeycomb dripping with honey, and how luscious are the drops that fall from it!

But if there is one name sweeter than all others in the believer's ear, it is the name of Jesus.

Jesus! It is the name that moves the harps of heaven to melody. Jesus! The life of all our joys. If there is one name more charming, more precious than another, it is this name. It is woven into the very fabric of our worship. Many of our hymns begin with it, and scarcely any worth singing end without it.

It is the sum total of all delights. It is the music with which the bells of heaven ring; a song in a word; an ocean for comprehension, though a drop for brevity; a matchless symphony in two syllables; a gathering up of the hallelujahs of eternity in five letters.

"Jesus, I love your charming name, 'Tis music to my ear."