Isaac Ambrose
Psalm 21:5. His glory is great in Thy salvation.
I remember someone dying and hearing some conversation about Jesus Christ. “O,” said she, “speak more of this; let me hear more of this. Do not be weary of telling His praise; I long to see Him; how should I but long to hear of Him?” Surely I cannot say too much of Jesus Christ. On this blessed subject no man can possibly exaggerate. If I had the tongues of men and angels, I could never fully set forth Christ. It involves an eternal contradiction that the creature can see to the bottom of the Creator. Suppose all the sands on the seashore, all the flowers, herbs, leaves, twigs of trees in woods and forests and all the stars of heaven were rational creatures and, if they had the wisdom and tongues of angels to speak of the loveliness, beauty, glory and excellence of Christ, as gone to heaven and sitting at the right hand of His Father, they would, in all their expressions, stay millions of miles on this side of Jesus Christ.
O the loveliness, beauty and glory of His countenance! Can I speak, or you hear, of such a Christ? And are we not all in a burning love, in a seraphical love, or at least in a conjugal love? O my heart, how is it thou art not love-sick? How is it thou dost not charge the daughters of Jerusalem as the spouse did: “I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell Him, that I am sick of love” (Song 5:8).
1Quoted in C H Spurgeon’s Treasury of David, and reprinted here with editing.