Christ is sitting as the accepted Sacrifice at the right hand of God. In that fact, there is something that tells us of the marvelous greatness of God in condescending to accept anything from us. How marvelous that He should keep that magnificent gift of His love ever before Him as the accepted Sacrifice, and then turn to poor things like you and me, and say, “I am looking for a sacrifice from you; I desire that there should come forth from your lips a small, trickling stream of praise to Me.”

When I think of how Christ has loved me, that He has washed me from my sins in His own blood, that I am connected with all the blessing that rests on the head of this heavenly Man in the glory, and that I am to reign with Him too—when I think of all this, have I nothing to say to praise Him? Is it hard to find those words from my heart to utter to Him? In the wondrous thought that I am made so perfect by the blood of Jesus and that I am to reign with Him—how can I know what to say? It makes me turn to His Word to find an expression for that which passes all comprehension.

In the thought of that precious blood that has washed us, one ever finds something that gives a fresh impulse of praise to the feeblest tongue. Do we live in an atmosphere of praise? There is nothing like the inspiring power of praise to set the heart free from all the shackles and bands of the world. If you begin, you will find a thousand things to call forth praise for the Person and worth of the Lord Jesus.

“That you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height—to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge” (Eph. 3:17–19). “Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift!” (2 Cor. 9:15).