God's Jewels by John Macduff
And they shall be mine, says the Lord Almighty, in that day
when I make up my jewels. Malachi 3.17 My jewels! Of what favoured creatures does
Jehovah thus speak? Is it of seraphs? Is it of angels? Methinks at such a title Even
they would bow In the dust of a basement, And veiling their
faces cry, Unclean, unclean! But marvel of marvels, it is
redeemed sinners of the earth, the fallen children of men, once
crude, unshapely stones, lying in the horrible pit and the miry
clay, amid the rubbish of corruption, who are thus sought out by sovereign
grace, purchased by immutable love, and destined through eternity
to be set as jewels in the crown of the eternal Saviour. a jewel
in Emmanuel's crown, not only raised from the ash heap to be
set among princes, but to gem through eternity, the forehead
that for me was once wreathed with thorns. And they shall be
mine, says the Lord Almighty, in that day when I make up my
jewels. Malachi 3.17