“The Lord is God and has given us Light. Bind the festival sacrifice with cords to the horns of the alter.” Psalm 118:27

I was walking through this personally yesterday, remembering His constraining Power. I forget. Then God had me read this this morning:

“We bring ourselves to his altar, and desire to offer him all that we have and are. There remains a tendency in our nature to start aside from this; it is not fond of the sacrificial knife. In the warmth of our love we come willingly to the altar, but we need constraining power to keep us there in the entirety of our being throughout the whole of life. Happily there is a cord which, twisted around the atonement, or, better still, around the person of our Lord Jesus Christ, who is our only Altar, can hold us, and does hold us: “For the love of Christ constraineth us; because we thus judge, that if one died for all, then all died; and that he died for all, that they that live should not henceforth live unto themselves, but unto him which died for them, and rose again.” We are bound to the doctrine of atonement; we are bound to Christ himself, who is both altar and sacrifice; we desire to be more bound to him than ever, our soul finds her liberty in being tethered fast to the altar of the Lord.”

We are Bound and Blessed! 
“Bear up the hands that hang down, by faith and prayer; support the tottering knees. Have you any days of fasting and prayer? STORM the throne of grace and persevere therein, and mercy will come down.” John Wesley

I looked up the word STORM – again, Christ is not casual, therefore we aren’t casually coming. So STORM – a rushing, raging, violent agitation, attack, force

Christ is all, and in all. Colossians 3:11 The believer in Christ is deeply convinced that there is no merit except in Him. There is no merit in any of their own works: not in uttering the prayer, or searching the scripture, or hearing the Word of God, or eating that bread and drinking of that cup of The Lord’s Supper. If those who say “Christ is the only means of grace,” mean that He is the only meritorious cause of grace, it cannot be disputed by any who know the grace of God. John Wesley

SING!

Come Thou Fount Hymn
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
  Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
  Call for songs of loudest praise.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
  Wand’ring from the face of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
  Interposed His precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor
  Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
  Bind my wand’ring heart to Thee.
Teach me, Lord, some rapturous measure,
  Meet for me Thy grace to prove,
While I sing the countless treasure
  Of my God’s unchanging love.

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
  Prone to leave the God I love:
Take my heart, oh, take and seal it
  With Thy Spirit from above.
Rescued thus from sin and danger,
  Purchased by the Savior’s blood,
May I walk on earth a stranger,
  As a son and heir of God.