His delights are with the sons of men. He loves to hear our praise, and to listen to our prayer. The songs of His people are His sweet perfume, and communion with His people is like the beds of spices, the beds of lilies, where He feedeth. And as for us, who are His people, I am sure we can say that there is no delight, which can equal communion with Christ.
"Where can such sweetness be
As I have tasted in Thy love,
As I have found in Thee?"
The Christian's heart is like Noah's dove: it flies over the wide waste, and cannot rest the sole of its foot until it comes back to Christ. He is the true Noah, who puts out His hand and takes in the weary, buttering dove, and gives it rest. There is no peace the whole world over but with Christ.
"There's no such thing as pleasure here,
My Jesus is my all;
As Thou dost shine or disappear,
My pleasures rise or fall."