The More I See of Jesus by Mary
Winslow My ears had heard of you, but now my eyes have seen
you. Therefore I despise myself and
repent in dust and ashes. Job 42, verses 5 and 6 The more I see of Jesus, the
more He opens to me His loving heart, the deeper is my sorrow
for sin. I lie down in the dust at his
feet closer than ever I did before. I can truly say that I abhor
myself in dust and ashes before him. My heart seems ready to
melt into contrition in view of the ten thousand thousand
sins, willful and aggravating, that I have committed against
him, who loved me with an everlasting love, and with loving kindness
drew me to himself. So eternal and deep, so sovereign
and boundless is the love of Jesus, that angels cannot fathom
it. He is nothing but sincere, constant,
and unabating love, to the weakest, the most unworthy, of all his
little flock. I feel such a weariness of this
world that nothing here gives me anything more than a momentary,
passing pleasure, and it is gone at a glance. Oh, to have such
a friend as Jesus, who feels all our sorrows, carries all
our burdens, and has promised to bring us safely through this
trying world, and place us at last at His own right hand, where
neither sickness nor sorrow shall ever come. O for heaven, nothing
else will satisfy my longing soul but the sight of Him it
loves. Jesus is all in all to me, and
He will be all in all through eternity. Praise the Lord, O
my soul, all my inmost being, praise His holy name.