Spurgeon: October PM
* 10/30/PM
"Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to
Thy voice: cause me to hear it."
--Song of Solomon 8:13
My sweet Lord Jesus remembers well the garden of Gethsemane,
and although He has left that garden, He now dwells in the
garden of His church: there He unbosoms Himself to those who
keep His blessed company. That voice of love with which He
speaks to His beloved is more musical than the harps of heaven.
There is a depth of melodious love within it which leaves all
human music far behind. Ten of thousands on earth, and millions
above, are indulged with its harmonious accents. Some whom I
well know, and whom I greatly envy, are at this moment
hearkening to the beloved voice. O that I were a partaker of
their joys! It is true some of these are poor, others bedridden,
and some near the gates of death, but O my Lord, I would
cheerfully starve with them, pine with them, or die with them,
if I might but hear Thy voice. Once I did hear it often, but I
have grieved Thy Spirit. Return unto me in compassion, and once
again say unto me, "I am thy salvation." No other voice can
content me; I know Thy voice, and cannot be deceived by another,
let me hear it, I pray thee. I know not what Thou wilt say,
neither do I make any condition, O my Beloved, do but let me
hear Thee speak, and if it be a rebuke I will bless Thee for it.
Perhaps to cleanse my dull ear may need an operation very
grievous to the flesh, but let it cost what it may I turn not
from the one consuming desire, cause me to hear Thy voice. Bore
my ear afresh; pierce my ear with Thy harshest notes, only do
not permit me to continue deaf to Thy calls. To-night, Lord,
grant Thine unworthy one his desire, for I am Thine, and Thou
hast bought me with Thy blood. Thou hast opened mine eye to see
Thee, and the sight has saved me. Lord, open Thou mine ear. I
have read Thy heart, now let me hear Thy lips.