“You shall call his name Jesus.” Matthew 1:21
When a person is dear, everything connected with him becomes dear for his sake. In that way, the person of the Lord Jesus in the estimation of all true believers is so precious that they consider everything about him to be inestimable beyond all price. “Your robes are all fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia,” said David, as if the very vestments of the Savior were so sweetened by his person that he could not but love them.
Certain it is, that there is not a spot where that hallowed foot has trodden—there is not a word which those blessed lips have uttered—nor a thought that his loving Word has revealed—which is not to us precious beyond all price. And this is true of the names of Christ: they are all sweet in the believer’s ear. Whether he be called the husband of the church, her bridegroom, her friend; whether he be styled the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world—the King, the prophet, or the priest—every title of our master—Immanuel, Wonderful Counselor, the Mighty God—every name is like the honeycomb dropping with honey, and luscious are the drops that distill from it.
But if there be one name sweeter than another in the believer’s ear, it is the name of Jesus. Jesus! The name which moves the harps of heaven to melody. Jesus! The life of all our joys. If there be one name more charming, more precious than another, it is this name. It is woven into the very warp and woof of our hymnal. Many of our hymns begin with it, and scarcely any, that are good for anything, end without it. It is the sum total of all delights. It is the music with which the bells of heaven ring, a song in a word, an ocean for comprehension, (although a drop for brevity), a matchless oratorio in two syllables, a gathering up of the hallelujahs of eternity in five letters.
“Jesus, I love thy charming name, ’Tis music to mine ear.”
Adapted from Morning and Evening.