Joy

The essence of love is attachment. Joy is the happiness of love It is love exulting. It is love aware of its own felicity, and rioting in riches which it has no fear of exhausting. It is love taking a look at its treasure, and surrendering itself to bliss without foreboding evil. God’s promises appearing so strong, so solid, so substantial― more so than the rock and the everlasting hills. And his perfections―what shall I say of them? When I think of one. I wish to dwell upon it forever; but another and another, equally glorious, claims a share of admiration. And when I begin to praise, I wish never to cease, but to find it the commencement of that song that will never end. Let who will be rich, or admired, or prosperous; let me be satisfied with heavenly things; and let my consolations arise from the knowledge that there is such a God as Jehovah, such a Saviour as Jesus, and that they are unchangeable.