Morning, February 8, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening
“You shall call His name Jesus.” — Matthew 1:21
When a person is beloved, everything connected with him becomes beloved for his sake. Therefore, the person of the Lord Jesus is so precious in the estimation of all true believers, that they consider everything about him to be incalculable beyond all price. “All your robes are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia,” said David, as if the very garments of the Savior were so sweetened by his person that he could not but love them. It is certain that there is not a spot where that hallowed foot had trod—there is not a word which those holy lips have uttered—nor a thought which his loving Word has revealed—which is not precious to us beyond all price. And this is true of the names of Christ—they are all cherished to the believer’s ear. Whether he is called the Husband of the Church, her Bridegroom, her Friend; whether he is entitled the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world—the King, the Prophet, or the Priest—every title of our Master—Shiloh, Emmanuel, Wonderful, the Mighty Counsellor—every name is like the honeycomb dripping with honey, and delicious are the drops that collect from it. But if there is one name sweeter than another in the believer’s ear, it is the name of Jesus. Jesus! It is the name which moves the harps of heaven to melody. Jesus! The life-source of all our joys. If there is one name more charming, more precious than another, it is this name. It is woven into the very fabric of our public worship. Many of our hymns begin with it, and scarcely any, that are good for anything, end without it. It is the sum of all delights. It is the music with which the bells of heaven ring; a song in a word; an ocean’s depth for comprehension, although just a drop for brevity; a matchless opera in two syllables; a gathering up of the hallelujahs of eternity in five letters.
“Jesus, I love thy charming name,
‘Tis music to mine ear.”