Are there not solemn seasons in your soul, when you think upon the Lord? When you lie awake, perhaps at midnight, thinking upon God, upon His truth, His love, His word, His dealings with your soul, and your desires, prayers, and breathings all flow forth to His sacred Majesty—is not this some evidence that you are thinking upon His name? And be assured that if you think upon Him, He has thought upon you. Look at the giddy multitude. Do they think upon God? Is Jesus ever felt to be precious to their souls? Do they pant after Him as the hart after the water brooks? No; their language is, “There is no God.” It is not their spoken language, but it is their inward language.