He who delights in the possession of the Lord Jesus has all
that heart can wish.

As for created things, they are like shallow and deceitful
brooks; they fail to supply our needs, much less our wishes.

"The bed" of earthly enjoyment is shorter than that a man can
stretch himself on it, and the covering narrower than that he
can wrap himself in it.

But in Jesus there is room for imagination's utmost stretch and
widest range.

When Jesus is enjoyed, He puts a fullness into all other
mercies-- His house is full when He is there;
and His guest chamber is full when He is master of the feast.

"The creature without Christ is an empty thing,
a lamp without oil, a bone without marrow".

But when Christ is present our cup runs over,
and we eat bread to the full.

A dinner of herbs, when we have communion with Him,
is as rich a feast as a stalled ox; and our narrow cot is as
noble a mansion as the great house of the wealthy.

Go not abroad, you hungry wishes of my soul-
stay at home, and feast on Jesus.

For abroad you must starve, since all other beloveds are
empty and undesirable. Stay with Christ, and eat that
which is good and delight yourself in fatness.