If neglect, forgetfulness, ingratitude, disobedience, coldness in our affections, deadness in our duty, be evidences of our love to him, such evidences, but such only, we can abundantly allege. When the adoring soul is gratefully expatiating on the inexhaustible instances of the love of God to us, let it never forget to rise to its most exalted pitch, to rest on its loftiest object, His inestimable love in the redemption of the world by our Lord Jesus Christ. A redeemed world is the triumph of infinity. This is such a characteristic style and title that no name is appended to it. To love God, to serve him because we love him, is therefore no less our highest happiness than our most bounden duty.
Love makes all labor light.
We serve with alacrity, where we love with cordiality. The performance is the gratification. The omission is not more a pain to the conscience than a wound to the affections. The implantation of this vital root perpetuates virtuous practice, and secures internal peace. Though we cannot be always thinking of God, we may be always employed in his service.