Sea of bliss, ocean of delight!
From Spurgeon's sermon, "God in the Covenant"
Come, soul, is there not enough here to delight you?
Put this promise to your lips; did you ever drink wine
one-half so sweet as this- "I will be their God?"
Did ever harp or violin sound half so sweetly as this-
"I will be their God?"
Not all the music blown from sweet instruments,
or drawn from living strings, could ever give such melody
as this sweet promise- "I will be their God."
Oh! here is a very sea of bliss, a very ocean of
Come, bathe your spirit in it!
You may swim, aye, to eternity, and never find a shore!
You may dive to the very infinite and never find the bottom!
"I will be their God."
Oh! if this does not make your eyes sparkle,
if this does not make your foot dance for joy,
and your heart beat high with bliss,
then assuredly your soul is not in a healthy state.