All comparisons fail when we try to describe the Lord Jesus, but the bride uses the best words within her reach. By the head of Jesus we may understand his deity—"for the head of Christ is God." And purest gold is the best conceivable metaphor, though still too poor to describe one so precious, so pure, so dear, so glorious.

Jesus is not a grain of gold, but a vast globe of it—a priceless mass of treasure that earth and heaven cannot excel. The creatures are mere iron and clay. We all shall perish like wood, hay, and stubble. But the ever-living Head of God's creation will shine on forever and ever. In him is no mixture, not the smallest taint of alloy. He is forever infinitely holy and altogether divine.

The bushy locks depict his manly vigor. There is nothing effeminate in our Beloved. He is the manliest of men. Bold as a lion, laborious as an ox, swift as an eagle. Every conceivable and inconceivable beauty is found in him, though once he was despised and rejected of men.

The glory of his head is not shorn away—he is eternally crowned with peerless majesty. The black hair indicates youthful freshness, for Jesus has the dew of his youth upon him. Others grow languid with age, but he is forever a Priest like Melchizedek. Others come and go, but he abides as God upon his throne, world without end.

We will behold him tonight and adore him. Angels are gazing upon him—his redeemed must not turn away their eyes from him. Where else is there such a Beloved? O for an hour's fellowship with him! Away, ye intruding cares! Jesus draws me, and I run after him.