Spurgeon Meditations

 

My beloved.

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This was a golden name which the ancient Church in her most joyous moments was wont to give to the Anointed of the Lord. When the time of the singing of birds was come and the voice of the turtle was heard in her land her love-note was sweeter than either as she sang My beloved is mine and I am His: Hefeedeth among the lilies. Ever in her song of songs doth she call Him by that delightful name My beloved! Even in the long winter when idolatry had withered the garden of the Lord her prophets found space to lay aside the burden of the Lord for a little season and to say as Esaias did Now will I sing to mywell-beloved a song of my beloved touching His vineyard. Though the saints had never seen His face though as yet He was not made flesh nor had dwelt among us nor had man beheld His glory yet He was the consolation of Israel the hope and joy of all the chosen the "beloved" of all those who were upright before the Most High. We in the summer days of the Church are also wont to speak of Christ as the best beloved of our soul and to feel that He is very precious the "chiefest among ten thousand and the altogether lovely." So true is it that the Church loves Jesus and claims Him as her beloved that the apostle dares to defy the whole universe to separate her from the love of Christ and declares that neither persecutions distress affliction peril or the sword have been able to do it; nay he joyously boasts In all these things we are morethan conquerors through Him that loved us. O that we knew more of Thee Thou ever precious one! My sole possession is Thy love; In earth beneath or heaven above I have no other store; And though with fervent suit I pray And importune Thee day by day I ask Thee nothing more.


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