I’ve been reading Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening this year, and the referenced verse’s Bible chapter. The old English has been a bit of a challenge, and though I’ve wanted to post some of the devotionals I’ve hesitated. I decided to slightly edit this one to more understandable English.

Morning, June 21, adapted from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening

“You are fairer than the sons of men; Grace is poured upon Your lips; Therefore God has blessed You forever…” Psalm 45:2   -NASB

The entire person of Jesus is as a great gem set in a King’s signet ring, and his life is all along but one impression of its seal. He is altogether complete; not only in his many parts, but as a gracious glorious whole. His character is not a mass of beautiful colors mixed without order, not a heap of precious stones carelessly assembled; he is a picture of beauty and gloriously jeweled armor. In him, all the “things of good reputation” are in their proper places, and assist in completing each other. Not one feature in his beautiful glory attracts attention at the expense of others; but he is perfectly and completely lovely.

Oh, Jesus! Your power, your grace, your justice, your tenderness, your truth, your majesty, and your unchangeable nature make up such a man, or rather such an incarnation of God, as neither heaven nor earth have seen elsewhere. Your infancy, your eternity, your sufferings, your triumphs, your death, and your immortality, are all woven in one gorgeous tapestry, without any seam or tear. You are music in total harmony; you are many, and yet not divided; you are all things, and yet not dissimilar. As all the colors blend into one resplendent rainbow, so all the glories of heaven and earth meet in you, and unite so wondrously, that there is none like you anywhere; no, if all the virtues of all the best were bound in one bundle, they could not rival you; you are the mirror of all perfection. You have been anointed with the holy fragrant oils of myrrh and cassia, which your God has reserved for you alone; and as for your fragrance, it is as the holiest perfume, the like of which none other can ever mingle, even with the art of the greatest perfumer; each spice is fragrant, but the compound is divine.

“Oh, sacred symmetry! oh, rare connection

Of perfect things, combined to perfection!

Oh, heavenly music, where all parts do meet

In one great chorus, perfect and sweet!”