The entire person of Jesus is one flawless gem. His life from beginning to end bears one perfect impression of the divine seal. He is altogether complete—not only in his individual qualities, but as a gracious, all-glorious whole.

His character is not some confused splash of beautiful colors, nor a careless heap of precious stones thrown one upon another. He is a picture of beauty and a breastplate of glory! In him, all things of good repute are in their proper places, each adorning the others. Not one feature in his glorious person attracts attention at the expense of others—he is perfectly and altogether lovely.

Oh, Jesus! Your power, your grace, your justice, your tenderness, your truth, your majesty, and your immutability make up such a man—or rather, such a God-man—as neither heaven nor earth has seen elsewhere. Your infancy, your eternity, your sufferings, your triumphs, your death, and your immortality are all woven in one gorgeous tapestry, without seam or tear.

You are music without discord. You are many, and yet not divided. You are all things, and yet not diverse. As all the colors blend into one resplendent rainbow, so all the glories of heaven and earth meet in you and unite so wondrously that there is none like you in all things. If all the virtues of the most excellent were bound in one bundle, they could not rival you, O mirror of all perfection!

You have been anointed with the holy oil of myrrh and cassia, which your God has reserved for you alone. And as for your fragrance, it is as the holy perfume, the like of which none can ever mingle, even with the art of the apothecary. Each spice is fragrant, but the compound is divine.

"Oh, sacred symmetry! O rare connection Of many perfects, to make one perfection! Oh, heavenly music, where all parts do meet In one sweet strain, to make one perfect sweet!"