Joy is increased by spreading it to others

He was without any comforts of God — no feeling that God loved him — no
feeling that God pitied him — no feeling that God supported him. God was his
sun before — now that sun became all darkness… He was without God — he
was as if he had no God. All that God had been to him before was taken from
him now. He was Godless — deprived of his God. He had the feeling of the
condemned, when the Judge says: “Depart from me, ye cursed,” “who shall
be punished with everlasting destruction from the presence of the Lord and
from the glory of his power.” He felt that God said the same to him. Ah! This is
the hell which Christ suffered. The ocean of Christ’s sufferings is
unfathomable… He was forsaken in the [place] of sinners. If you close with him
as your surety, you will never be forsaken… “My God, my God, why hast thou
forsaken me?” [The answer?] For me — for me.

The seed of every sin known to man is in my heart”.

I once was a stranger to grace and to God,
I knew not my danger, and felt not my load;
Though friends spoke in rapture of Christ on the tree,
Jehovah Tsidkenu was nothing to me.

I oft read with pleasure, to sooth or engage,
Isaiah’s wild measure and John’s simple page;
But e’en when they pictured the blood sprinkled tree
Jehovah Tsidkenu seemed nothing to me.

Like tears from the daughters of Zion that roll,
I wept when the waters went over His soul;
Yet thought not that my sins had nailed to the tree
Jehovah Tsidkenu—’twas nothing to me.

When free grace awoke me, by light from on high,
Then legal fears shook me, I trembled to die;
No refuge, no safety in self could I see—
Jehovah Tsidkenu my Saviour must be.

My terrors all vanished before the sweet Name;
My guilty fears banished, with boldness I came
To drink at the fountain, life giving and free—
Jehovah Tsidkenu is all things to me.

Jehovah Tsidkenu! my treasure and boast,
Jehovah Tsidkenu! I ne’er can be lost;
In Thee I shall conquer by flood and by field,
My cable, my anchor, my breast-plate and shield!

Even treading the valley, the shadow of death,
This “watchword” shall rally my faltering breath;
For while from life’s fever my God sets me free,
Jehovah Tsidkenu, my death song shall be.

One of the greatest joys known to man is to take a flight into ignorance in search of knowledge

There's a hope for every woe, And a balm for every pain, But the first joys of our heart Come never back again!