and with, and through the Son, and by the Spirit, that the
Father comes to indwell.

(2) _It is the Immanence of the Son. To be loved by Him were
much!_--"I will love Him." His love is of the rarest quality. Most
free of the soil of selfishness, of any human love. True and tender,
strong and sweet, inexorable in its demands upon Himself, inexhaustible
in its outflow toward the objects of His affectionate regard. Such
love as He gave to John, who grew like Him beneath the magic power of
that environment; as He gave to Mary, who perhaps most deeply
understood Him; as He gave to Peter, winning him back from his
waywardness--brings with it a heaven of bliss, for which a man may well
be prepared to count all things but loss. But there is a bliss beyond
all this. The Lover of men would indwell them.

_It were much that He should seek our love._--"He that loveth Me." We
might have supposed that He would have been satisfied with the vastness
of His dominion, and the myriad bright spirits that wait on His word!
But no, the thirst for love cannot be satisfied with gold, or bright
angelic servants. As Isaac could not find a companion among those who
tended the cattle that browsed over the wolds of Canaan, or the troops
of slaves that gathered round his father's tents, but Eliezer must
bring a bride from across the desert; so the Son of God must needs come
as a suitor to our world to find His Bride, who can share His inner
thoughts and purposes. Here is a marvel indeed. As the village
becomes famous which provides the emperor's bride, so earth, though it
be least among her sister-spheres, shall have the proud preeminence of
having furnished from her population the Spouse of the Lamb. But,
great as this marvel is, it is followed by the greater, that the
Immortal Lover is willing to tenant the poor hearts, whose love at the
best is so faint and cold.

_It were much that He should give us manifestations of His love._--"I
will manifest Myself unto him." Have you not sometimes taken up a
daisy, and looked into its little upturned eye, and thought and thought
again, till through the gate of the flower you have passed into an
infinite world of life, beauty, and mystery? There are moments when
even a flower is transfigured before us, and manifests itself to us as
a thought of God, a ray of His glory, the frail product of His infinite
mind, the wick around which trembles the fire of the Shekinah! Have
you not sometimes sto