The Disconsolate Lover
Charles H. Spurgeon
Song of Solomon 3:1-4
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not. I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not. The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth? It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
How exquisitely pleasant is communion with our Lord Jesus Christ! And how supremely favored are those who enjoy it! Holy Scripture exhausts every earthly figure to delineate its sacred charms, its ineffable delights. Yes, inspiration itself exhausts its metaphors without compassing its mystery because it is impossible for human language to express the sweetness of His grace or the solace of our acquaintance with Him. In just so much as it is sweet to know that fellowship, so is it sad not to know or to experience it. But alas! how frequently is this communion unfelt and unproved!
The Bridegroom Was Missed
In addressing this large assembly, I can but think a considerable number of the Lord's people are in the condition of the spouse. You do not at present enjoy access to Christ or a relationship with Him. It may do you good to consider the things that remain to you, though this fellowship be suspended, for be it remembered that it is not upon communion with Christ our life depends. Our salvation stands in the knowledge of Him, not in communion with Him. We are made safe by what He has done, not by what we feel. Not our enjoyments but His sufferings we must lay as the solid foundation of our hope.
There remains to us, dear friends (for I confess to be sometimes in the same state-though there be no privileged token of our love to Christ, nor any palpab ...
Charles H. Spurgeon
Song of Solomon 3:1-4
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not. I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not. The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth? It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
How exquisitely pleasant is communion with our Lord Jesus Christ! And how supremely favored are those who enjoy it! Holy Scripture exhausts every earthly figure to delineate its sacred charms, its ineffable delights. Yes, inspiration itself exhausts its metaphors without compassing its mystery because it is impossible for human language to express the sweetness of His grace or the solace of our acquaintance with Him. In just so much as it is sweet to know that fellowship, so is it sad not to know or to experience it. But alas! how frequently is this communion unfelt and unproved!
The Bridegroom Was Missed
In addressing this large assembly, I can but think a considerable number of the Lord's people are in the condition of the spouse. You do not at present enjoy access to Christ or a relationship with Him. It may do you good to consider the things that remain to you, though this fellowship be suspended, for be it remembered that it is not upon communion with Christ our life depends. Our salvation stands in the knowledge of Him, not in communion with Him. We are made safe by what He has done, not by what we feel. Not our enjoyments but His sufferings we must lay as the solid foundation of our hope.
There remains to us, dear friends (for I confess to be sometimes in the same state-though there be no privileged token of our love to Christ, nor any palpab ...
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