Eternal Pleasures don’t end with the glorified state in which God will raise His people. God has revealed yet another way in which His astonishing intentions toward His people are fanned out across eternity.

A verse of a well-worded hymn come to mind; The bride eyes not her garment but her dear bridegroom’s face; I will not gaze at glory but on the King of Grace. Not at the crown He giveth, but on His pierced hand. Where glory, glory dwelleth, in Immanuel’s land.

“My heart is stirred” says the writer of Psalm 45, “with a noble theme”. An event was unfolding before the writer’s eyes that suddenly began to overwhelm his heart and emotions. An event was unfolding before his eyes, so richly laced with majesty, beauty and love, that he found it quite difficult, I’m sure, to encapsulate in words. He is a third person, the scribe of the king, looking upon a wedding of grand proportions, the tones of which, filled his pen with the paint of an artist. Upon his canvas, he now begins to paint a delightful scene.

There are people before him, people he knows and loves. Being the scribe, writing officially for the king, he knows his king well. He has both proper command of the art of language, and a knowledge of the personal mysteries of his great king. He sees great nobility in his king, flowing through in the way he conducts himself, the way he deals with other people, the way he makes decisions, the way he is sure of his command. As this writer is skilled in writing and reciting what he has written, so he sees a skilfulness in his king that is truly admirable.

His king is a mighty military hero. Those around him have seen his bravery in the face of death and have seen him burst through the forces of his enemies to great victory. He has fought and won. He has triumphed. Yet, in spite of his great victories, he doesn’t become arrogant. He must be described as the most excellent of men.

In a most wonderful way, what this scribe is seeing is the ceremony in which his dear king, of delightful character, is being anointed into office. It is as if the writer is overwhelmed by the fact that a truly kingly person is being anointed king, and rightfully so. He rejoices in that entirely fitting ceremony.

The thrill spirals as the writer smells the strong aroma of the anointing oils, sees the grandeur of his king’s stately palace with all of the priceless ivory inlays and carvings, thinks of the glorious future stretching forward before this truly great ruler, and he must capture the full weight of these moments in his words. His words must not fail to bring to the reader the impact this truly desirable event has had on his heart, the heart of one who is qualified to speak.