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"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, 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!