Spurgeon: June PM* 06/19/PM
"My Beloved is mine, and I am His: He feedeth among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my
Beloved, and be Thou like a roe or a young hart upon the
mountains of Bether."
--Song of Solomon 2:16, Solomon 2:17
Surely if there be a happy verse in the Bible it is this--"My
Beloved is mine, and I am His." So peaceful, so full of
assurance, so overrunning with happiness and contentment is it,
that it might well have been written by the same hand which
penned the twenty-third Psalm. Yet though the prospect is
exceeding fair and lovely--earth cannot show its superior--it is
not entirely a sunlit landscape. There is a cloud in the sky
which casts a shadow over the scene. Listen, "Until the day
break, and the shadows flee away."
There is a word, too, about the "mountains of Bether," or,
"the mountains of division," and to our love, anything like
division is bitterness. Beloved, this may be your present state
of mind; you do not doubt your salvation; you know that Christ
is yours, but you are not feasting with Him. You understand
your vital interest in Him, so that you have no shadow of a
doubt of your being His, and of His being yours, but still His
left hand is not under your head, nor doth His right hand
embrace you. A shade of sadness is cast over your heart, perhaps
by affliction, certainly by the temporary absence of your Lord,
so even while exclaiming, "I am His," you are forced to take to
your knees, and to pray, "Until the day break, and the shadows
flee away, turn, my Beloved."
"Where is He?" asks the soul. And the answer comes, "He
feedeth among the lilies." If we would find Christ, we must get
into communion with His people, we must come to the ordinances
with His saints. Oh, for an evening glimpse of Him! Oh, to sup
with Him to-night!