We love him because he first loved us.” Hers. is the starting point of love’s race. This is the rippling rill which afterwards swells into a river the torch with which the pile of piety is kindled. The emancipated spirit loves the Saviour for the freedom which he has conferred upon it; it beholds the agony with which the priceless gift was purchased, and it adores the bleeding sufferer for the pains which he so generously endured.
On taking a survey of our whole life, we see that the kindness of God has run all through it like a silver thread.