"Salvation is of the LORD." -Jonah 2:9

First, His enemies’ King; Secondly, His saints’ King; Thirdly, His Father’s King. First, Christ is His enemies’ King, that is—He is King over His enemies. Christ is a King above all kings. What are all the mighty men, the great, the honorable men of the earth, as compared to Jesus Christ? They are but like a little bubble in the water; for if all the nations in comparison to God be but as the drop of the bucket, or the dust of the balance, as the prophet speaks in Isaiah 40:15, how little then must be the kings of the earth! Nay, beloved, Christ Jesus is not only higher than kings—but He is higher than the angels; yes, He is the head of angels, and, therefore, all the angels in heaven are commanded to worship him [ Colossians 2:12, Hebrews 1:6 ] . He is King over all kingdoms, over all nations, over all governments, over all powers, over all people [ Daniel 7:14 ] . The very heathen are given to Christ, and the uttermost parts of the earth for His possession [ Psalm 2:8 ] . Second

“Salvation belongeth unto the LORD: Thy blessing is upon Thy people. Selah.” -Psalm 3:8 [KJV]

"The poor have the gospel preached to them." -Matthew 11:5 [KJV] What is the gospel? Is not the gospel a proclamation of pure mercy, of superabounding grace? Does it not declare the lovingkindness of God in sending His only-begotten Son to bleed and die, and, by His obedience, blood, and merit, to bring in a salvation without money and without price? Is not this the gospel? Not clogged by conditions, nor crippled by anything that the creature has to perform; but flowing freely forth as the air in the skies? The poor to whom the gospel is preached, value it; it is suitable to them; it is sweet and precious when the heart is brought down. But if I stand up in religious pride, if I rest upon my own righteousness, if I am not stripped of everything in the creature, what is the gospel to me? I have no heart to receive it; there is no place in my soul for a gospel without money and without price. But when I sink into the depth of creature poverty, when I am nothing and have