Does Christ welcome us when we come to him despite our past sins? Does he ever scold us for seeking other refuges first? Is there truly none like him on earth? Is he the greatest of all, the most beautiful of all?

Let's praise him! People of Jerusalem, celebrate him with tambourines and harps! Lay down your idols and lift up the Lord Jesus. Let the banners of pride fall, but raise high the cross of Jesus, which the world frowns upon.

Oh, for a throne of ivory for our King! May he always be exalted, and may my soul sit at his feet, kissing them and washing them with my tears. How precious Christ is! How could I have thought so little of him?

Why seek joy or comfort elsewhere when he is so full and satisfying? Fellow believer, promise in your heart never to leave him, and ask the Lord to confirm it. Ask him to keep you close, like a bride adorned with ornaments.

I long to dwell in Christ's heart; to rest eternally in that rock. Just as the sparrow finds a home, so too I would make my home in you. Let my soul never leave you. May I always find rest in you, Jesus, my true and only peace.

'When my precious Lord I find, all my ardent passions glow; Him with cords of love I bind, hold and won't let him go.'