Let us note that Christ delights to think on His Church and to look on her beauty. As the bird returns often to its nest and the wayfarer hastens to his home, so does the mind continually pursue the object of its choice. We cannot look too often on the face of our Lord Jesus. From all eternity, "His delights were with the sons of men" (Proverbs 8: 31). His thoughts rolled to the time when His elect should be born into the world. He viewed them in His foreknowledge. David wrote, "In thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them" (Psalm 139: 16). When the world was set on its pillars, He was there. On the plains of Mamre, by the brook of Jabbok, beneath the walls of Jericho, and in the fiery furnace of Babylon the Son of man visited His people. Because His soul delighted in them, He could not rest away from them. He had written their names on His hands and graven them on His side. As the breastplate containing the names of the tribes of Israel was the most brilliant ornament worn by the high priest, so the names of Christ's elect were His most precious jewels and glittered on His heart. He never ceases to remember us.