Abide in His Love

Abide in His Love

Blessed Lord, enlighten our eyes to see properly the glory of this wondrouus word. Open to our meditation the secret chamber of Your love, that our souls may enter in and find their everlasting dwelling place.

"As the Father hath loved me, I also have loved you!"

The divine love is as a burning fire; in all its intensity and infinity it has but one object and but one joy, and that is the only begotten Son.

As one of His redeemed ones, you are His delight, and all His desire is to you, with the longing of a love that is stronger than death and that many waters cannot quench. His heart yearns after you, seeking your fellowship and your love.

His life is bound up in yours; you are to Him inexpressibly more indispensable and precious than you ever can know.

And it is with that same infinite love that His eye still rests upon each of us here seeking to abide in Him, and in each breathing of that love there is indeed the power of eternity. "I have loved thee with an everlasting love."

When it was needed, He sacrificed His throne and crown for you: He did not count His own life and blood too dear to give for you. His righteousness, His Spirit, His glory, even His throne, all are yours.

The nature of love is always one, however different the objects.

With the tenderest compassion He bows to our weakness; with patience inconceivable He bears with our slowness; with the gentlest loving kindness He meets our fears and our follies.

The promise with which it begins its work in the soul is this: "I will not leave thee, until I have done that which I have spoken to thee of"

Gaze, oh, gaze on the divine form, the eternal glory, the heavenly beauty, the tenderly pleading gentleness of crucified love, as it stretches out its pierced hands and says, "Oh, will you not abide with me?"

Surely there can be but one answer to such pleadings: "Lord Jesus Christ! Here I am. From now on, Your love will be the only home of my soul; in Your love alone will I abide."

If this love is indeed so divine, such an intense and burning passion, then surely I can depend on it to keep me and to hold me fast.

I see how this is the one thing my God requires of me. Treating me as a reasonable being, endowed with the wondrous power of willing and choosing, He cannot force all this blessedness on me, but waits until I give the willing consent of the heart. - A. Murray