A Sermon Delivered On Sunday Morning, August 30, 1874, By C. H. Spurgeon, At The Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington. *2/7/2012
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feeds among the
lilies. [So 2:16]
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Last Sunday, in our morning’s sermon, we began at the beginning and
described the turning point in which the sinner sets his face towards
his God, and for the first time gives practical evidence of spiritual
life in his soul. [See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 1189, “The Turning
Point” 1180] He bestirs himself, he goes to his Father’s house, and
speedily is pressed to his Father’s bosom, forgiven, accepted, and
rejoiced over. This morning we are going far beyond that stage, to a
position which I may call the very crown and summit of the spiritual
life. We would conduct you from the doorstep to the innermost room,
from the outer court to the Holy of Holies; and we pray the Holy
Spirit to enable each one of us who have entered in by Christ Jesus,
the door, to pass boldly into the secret place of the tabernacles of
the Most High, and sing with joyful heart the words of our text, “My
beloved is mine, and I am his.”
For he is mine and I am his,
The God whom I adore;
My Father, Saviour, Comforter,
Now and for evermore.
2. The passage describes a high state of grace, and it is worthy of note that the description is full of Christ. This is instructive, for this is not an exceptional case, it is only one fulfilment of a general rule. Our estimate of Christ is the best gauge of our spiritual condition; as the thermometer rises in proportion to the increased warmth of the air, so does our estimate of Jesus rise as our spiritual life increases in vigour and fervency. Tell me what you think of Jesus and I will tell you what to think of yourself. Christ is, yes, more than all when we are thoroughly sanctified and filled with the Holy Spirit. When pride of self fills up the soul, there is little room for Jesus; but when Jesus is fully loved, self is subdued, and sin driven out of the throne. If we think little of the Lord Jesus we have very good reason to consider ourselves spiritually blind, and naked, and poor, and miserable. The rebel despises his lawful sovereign, but the favoured courtier is enthusiastic in his praise. Christ crucified is the revealer of many hearts, the touchstone by which the pure gold and the counterfeit metal are discerned; his very name is as a refiner’s fire and like fuller’s soap; false professors cannot endure it, but true believers triumph in it. We are growing in grace when we grow in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Let everything else be gone, and let Christ fill up our entire soul, then, and only then, are we rising out of the vanity of the flesh into the real life of God.
3. Beloved, the grandest facts in all the world to a truly spiritual man are not the rise and fall of empires, the marches of victory, or the desolations of defeat; he cares neither for crowns nor mitres, swords nor shields; his admiring gaze is wholly fixed upon Christ and his cross and cause. To him Jesus is the centre of history, the soul and core of providence. He desires no knowledge so much as what concerns his Redeemer and Lord; his science deals with what Jesus is and what he is to be, what he has done, what he is doing, and what he will do. The believer is mainly anxious concerning how Jesus can be glorified, and how sinners can be brought to know him. What concerns the honour of Jesus is our chief concern from day to day; as for other matters let the Lord do as he wishes with them, only let Jesus Christ be magnified, and all the rest of the world’s story has little significance for us. The Beloved is the head and front, the heart and soul of the Christian’s delight when his heart is in its best state. Our text is the portrait of a heavenly minded child of God, or rather, it is the music of his well strung harp when love as a minstrel touches the tenderest chords: “My beloved is mine, and I am his; he feeds among the lilies.”
4. We shall notice then, first, that here is a delighting to have Christ; secondly, a delighting to belong to Christ; and thirdly, a delighting at the very thought of Christ.
5. I. First, here is A DELIGHTING TO HAVE CHRIST. “My beloved is mine.” The spouse makes this the first of her joyful notes, the cornerstone of her peace, the fountain of her bliss, the crown of her glory.
6. Observe here that where such an expression is truthfully used the existence of the Beloved is a matter of fact. Scepticism, and questioning have no place with those who sing like this. There are dreamers nowadays who cast doubt on everything; taking to themselves the name of philosophers, and professing to know something of science, they make statements worthy only of idiots, and demand for their self-evidently false assertions the assent of rational men. The word “philosopher” will soon come to mean a lover of ignorance, and the term “a scientific man” will be understood as meaning a fool, who has said in his heart there is no God. Such attacks upon the eternal verities of our holy faith can have no effect upon hearts enamoured with the Son of God, for, dwelling in his immediate presence, they have passed beyond the stage of doubt, left the region of questioning far behind, and in this matter have entered into rest. The power of love has convinced us; to entertain a doubt concerning the reality and glory of our Well Beloved would be a torment for us, and therefore love has cast it out. We use no perhapses, buts, or ifs concerning our Beloved, but we say positively that he is, and that he is ours. We believe that we have better evidence of his being, power, Godhead, and love for us than can be given for any other fact. So far from being abashed by the frivolous objections of sceptics, or cowing beneath the question, “Is there such a Beloved?” we are not careful to answer in this matter, for we know that there is; our love laughs at the question, and does not condescend to answer it except by asking those who seriously enquire to “come and see” for themselves. We have always found, beloved, that when a time of chilling doubt has come over us — and such feverish fits will come — we have only to return to meditations upon Jesus and he becomes his own evidence by making our hearts burn within us with love for his character and person, and then doubt is doomed. We do not kill our unbelief by reason, but we annihilate it by affection. The influence of love for Jesus upon the soul is so magical — I wish I had a better word — so elevating, so ravishing, so transporting, it gives such a peace, and as well inspires such holy and lofty aspirations, that the effect proves the cause. What is holy is true, and what is true cannot rise out of what is false. We may safely judge a tree by its fruit, and a doctrine by its result: what produces in us self-denial, purity, righteousness, and truth, cannot itself be false, and yet the love of Jesus does this beyond everything else. There must be truth for a cause where truth is the effect; and thus love, by the savour which it spreads over the soul by contemplation of Christ, puts its foot upon the neck of doubt and triumphantly utters bold, confident declarations, which reveal the full assurance of faith. Newly born love for Jesus, while still in its cradle, like a young Hercules, takes the serpents of doubt and strangles them. He who can say from his heart “My Beloved,” is the man who is on the way to confirmed faith. Love cannot, will not doubt; it casts away the crutches of argument and flies on the wings of conscious enjoyment, singing her nuptial hymn, “My Beloved is mine, and I am his.”
7. In the case before us the love of the heavenly minded one is perceived and acknowledged by herself. “My beloved,” she says; it is no latent affection, she knows that she loves him, and solemnly affirms it. She does not whisper, “I hope I love the peerless one,” but she sings, “My beloved.” There is no doubt in her soul about her passion for the altogether lovely one. Ah, dear friends, when you feel the flame of love within your soul, and give it practical expression, you will no longer enquire, “Do I love the Lord or not?” Then your inner consciousness will dispense with evidences. Those are dark days when we require evidences; well may we then fast, for the Bridegroom is not with us; but when he abides with us, enjoyment of his fellowship supersedes all evidences. I need no evidence to prove that food is sweet when it is still in my month; I need no evidence of the existence of the sun when I am basking in its beams, and enjoying its light, and even so we need no evidence that Jesus is precious to us when, like a bundle of myrrh, he perfumes our heart. We are anxious doubters concerning our safety, and questioners of our own condition, because we are not living with Jesus as we ought to be; but when he brings us to his banqueting house, and we walk in the light as he is in the light, we have fellowship with him and with the Father, and then we believe and are sure, and our love for Jesus is indisputable, because it burns within too fervently to be denied. Why, when a Christian is in a proper state, his love for Jesus is the mightiest force in his nature, it is an affection which, like Aaron’s rod, swallows up all other rods; it is the mainspring of his action, and sways his whole body, soul, and spirit. As the wind sweeps over all the strings of the Aeolian harp, [a] and causes them all to vibrate, so does the love of Jesus move every power and passion of our soul, and we feel in our entire being that our Beloved is indeed ours, and that we love him with all our hearts. Here, then, is the Beloved experienced, and our love experienced too.
8. But the heart of the text lies here, our possession of him is proven, we know it, and we know it on good evidence — “My beloved is mine.” You know it is not a very easy thing to reach this point. Have you ever thought of the fact that to claim the Lord and call him “my God,” is a very wonderful thing? Who was the first man in the Old Testament who is recorded as saying “My God?” Was it not Jacob, when he slept at Bethel, and saw the ladder which reached to heaven? Even after that heavenly vision it took him much effort to reach to “My God.” He said “If God will be with me and will keep me in the way that I go, and will give me food to eat and clothing to wear, so that I come again to my father’s house in peace, then the Lord shall be my God.” Only after long experience of divine goodness could he climb up to the height of saying “My God.” And who is the first man in the New Testament that calls Jesus “My Lord and my God?” It was Thomas, and he needs to have abundant proofs before he can speak like this: “Unless I see in his hands the print of the nails, and put my finger into the print of the nails, and thrust my hand into his side, I will not believe.” Only when he had received such proofs could he exclaim “My Lord and my God.” Blessed are those who reach it by simpler faith, who have not seen and yet have believed. “My Beloved” is a strong expression. “Beloved” is sweet, but “MY Beloved” is sweetest of all. If you think of it, it is no little thing to claim God as ours, to claim Jesus the Beloved as ours, yes, to put it in the singular, and call him mine; and yet, when the believer’s heart is in the proper condition, he makes the claim, and is warranted in so doing; for Jesus Christ is the portion of all believers. His Father gave him to us, and he has given himself to us. Jesus was made over to every believing soul, as his personal possession, in the eternal covenant ordered in all things and sure; Jesus actually gave himself for us in his incarnation, becoming bone of our bone and flesh of our flesh; he has made himself ours by his passion and death, loving us and giving himself for us, to save us from our sins; he has also given us power to appropriate him by the gracious gift of faith, by which we are in very deed married to him, and are enabled to call him the husband of our souls, who is ours to have and to hold, for better for worse, for life and for death, by a bond of marriage union which neither death nor hell, time nor eternity, can break. Jesus is ours by the promise, the covenant, and oath of God; a thousand assurances and pledges, bonds and seals, secure him to us as our portion and everlasting inheritance.
9. This precious possession becomes for the believer his sole treasure. “My beloved is mine,” he says, and in that sentence he has summed up all his wealth. He does not say “My wife, my children, my home, my earthly comforts are mine”; he is almost afraid to say so, because while he is yet speaking, they may cease to be his: the beloved wife may sicken before his eyes, the child may need a tiny coffin, the friend may prove a traitor, and the riches may take to themselves wings, therefore the wise man does not care to say too positively that anything here below is his; indeed, he feels that in very truth they are not his, but only lent to him “to be returned immediately”; but the Beloved is his own, and his possession of him is most firm. Neither does the believer when his soul is in the best state so much rejoice even in his spiritual privileges as in the Lord from whom they come. He has righteousness, wisdom, sanctification and redemption; he has both grace and glory secured to him, but he prefers rather to claim the fountain than the streams. He clearly sees that these choice mercies are only his because they are Christ’s, and only his because Christ is his. Oh, what would all the treasures of the covenant be to us if it were possible to have them without Christ? Their very sap and sweetness would be gone. Having our Beloved to be ours, we have all things in him, and therefore our main treasure, yes, our sole treasure is our Beloved. Oh you saints of God, was there ever a possession like this? You have your beloveds, you daughters of earth, but what are your beloveds compared with ours? He is the Son of God and the Son of Man! The darling of heaven and the delight of earth! The lily of the valley and the rose of Sharon! Perfect in his character, powerful in his atoning death, mighty in his living plea! He is such a lover that all earthly loves put together are not worthy to touch the hem of his garment, or release the latchet of his shoes. He is so dear, so precious, that words cannot describe him nor pencil depict him, but this we will say of him, he is “the chief among ten thousand, and the altogether lovely,” and he is ours. Do you wonder that we glory in this fact, and consider this the crowning delight of our lives, “My beloved is mine?”
The very tenure upon which we hold this priceless possession is a
matter to glory in. Oh worldlings, you cannot hold your treasures as
we hold ours. If you knew all, you would never say of anything, “It
is mine,” for your holding is too precarious to constitute
possession. It is yours until that frail thread of life shall snap,
or that bubble of time shall burst. You have only a leasehold of your
treasures, terminable at the end of one frail life; whereas ours is
an eternal freehold, an everlasting entitlement. “My beloved is
mine,” — I cannot lose him, nor can he be taken from me; he is mine for
ever, for “who shall separate us from the love of God which is in
Christ Jesus our Lord?” So that, while the possession is rare, the
tenure is rare also, and it is the life of our life, and the light of
our delight that we can sing —
Yea, thou art mine, my blessed Lord,
Oh my Beloved, thou art mine!
And, purchased with thy precious blood,
My God and Saviour, I am thine.
MY CHRIST! Oh, sing it in the heavens,
Let every angel lift his voice;
Sound with ten thousand harps his praise,
With me, ye heavenly hosts, rejoice.
The gift unspeakable is given,
The grace of God has made him mine;
And, now, before both earth and heaven,
Lord, I will own that I am thine.
11. Now, beloved friends, I cannot talk about this as I feel, I can only give you hints of what fills me to the full with joy. I ask you to contemplate for a single moment the delight which is stored up in this fact, that the blessed Son of God, the “brightness of the Father’s glory,” is all our own. Whatever else we may have, or may not have, he is ours. I may not exhibit in my character all the grace I could wish for, but “My beloved is mine”; I may have only one talent, but “My beloved is mine”; I may be very poor and very obscure, but “My beloved is mine”; I may have neither health nor wealth, but “My beloved is mine”; I may not be what I want to be, but “My beloved is mine.” Yes, he is altogether mine, his Godhead and his manhood, his life, his death, his attributes, and prerogatives, yes, all he is, all he was, all he ever will be, all he has done, and all he ever will do, is mine. I do not possess a portion in Christ, but all of him. All his saints own him, but I own him as much as if there were never another saint to claim him. Child of God, do you see this? In other inheritances, if there are many heirs, there is so much the less for each, but in this great possession everyone who has Christ has a whole Christ all to himself, from the head of much fine gold, down to his legs, which are as pillars of marble. His entire boundless heart of love, his whole arm of infinite might, and his whole head of matchless wisdom, — all is for you, beloved. Whoever you may be, if you indeed trust in Jesus, he is all your own.
12. My beloved is all mine, and absolutely mine; not mine merely to look at and talk about, but mine to trust in, to speak to, to depend upon, to flee to in every troublesome hour, yes, mine to feed upon, for his flesh is food indeed, and his blood is drink indeed. Our beloved is not ours only to use in certain ways, but ours outright, without restriction. I may draw what I wish from him, and both what I take and what I leave are mine. He himself in his ever glorious person is mine, and mine always; mine when I know it, and mine when I do not know it, mine when I am sure of it, and mine when I doubt it; mine by day, and mine by night; mine when I walk in holiness, indeed, and mine when I sin, for “if any man sins we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous.” He is mine on the hill Mizar, and mine in the swellings of Jordan; mine by the grave where I bury those I love, mine when I shall be buried there myself, mine when I rise again; mine in judgment, and mine in glory; for ever mine.
13. Notice well that it is written, “My beloved is mine,” in the singular. He is yours, I am glad of it; but still to me it is most sweet that he is mine. It is well to bless God that others have a possession in Christ, but what would that avail if we were strangers to him ourselves? The marrow and the fatness lie in the personal pronoun singular, “My beloved is mine.” “I am so glad that Jesus loves me.” Oh for a blessed grip with both hands on such a Christ as this! Observe well that he is ours as our Beloved, so that he is ours as whatever our love makes of him. Our love can never praise him enough, or speak well enough of him, she thinks all descriptions fall short of his deservings; well, then, Jesus is ours at his best; if we think him ever so glorious, he is ours in all that glory. Our love says that he is a fair, lovely, sweet, and precious Christ, and let us be sure that, however lovely, sweet, and precious he is, he is all ours. Our love says there is no one like him, he is King of kings and Lord of lords, he is the ever blessed; well, as the King of kings and Lord of lords he is yours. You cannot think too much of him, but when you think your best he is yours at that best. He does not have a glory so high that it is not yours, nor a lustre so brilliant that it is not yours. He is my beloved, and I would gladly extol him, but never can I get beyond this golden circle, when I most extol him he is still mine.
14. Here, then, is the basis of Christian life, the foundation on which it rests: to know that most surely Christ is altogether ours is the beginning of wisdom, the source of strength, the star of hope, the dawn of heaven.
15. II. The second portion of the text deals with DELIGHTING TO BELONG TO CHRIST. “I am his.” This is as sweet as the former sentence. I would venture to ask a question of each loving wife here present — when you were married which was the sweetest thought to you, that you were your husband’s, or that he was yours? Why, you feel that neither sentence would be sweet alone: they are necessary to each other. Ask any fond, loving heart which of these declarations could best be parted with, and they will tell you that neither can be given up. Christ is mine, but if I were not his it would be a sorry case, and if I were his and he were not mine it would be a wretched business. These two things are joined together with diamond rivets — “My beloved is mine, and I am his.” Put the two together, and you have reached the summit of delight.
16. That we are his is a fact that may be proven — yes, it should need no proving, but be obvious to all that “I am his.” Certainly we are his by creation: he who made us should have us. We are his because his Father gave us to him, and we are his because he chose us. Creation, donation, election are his triple hold upon us. We are his because he bought us with his blood, his because he called us by his grace, his because he is married to us, and we are his spouse. We are his, moreover, to our own consciousness, because we have heartily, from the innermost depths of our being, given ourselves up to him, bound by love to him for ever. We feel we must have Christ, and be Christ’s, or die — “For me to live is Christ.” Brothers and sisters, take care to attend to this clause, I am sure you will if the former one is true of you. If you can say, “My beloved is mine,” you will be sure to add, “I am his, I must be his, I will be his: I do not live unless I am his, for I consider where I am not his I am dead, and I only live when I live for him.” My very soul is conscious that I am his.
17. Now this puts very great honour upon us. I have known the time when I could say “My beloved is mine” in a very humble trembling manner, but I did not dare to add “I am his” because I did not think I was worth his having. I dared not hope that “I am his” would ever be written in the same book side by side with “My beloved is mine.” Poor sinner, first lay hold on Jesus, and then you will discover that Jesus values you. You will prize him first, and then you will find out that he prizes you, and that though you do not feel worthy to be flung on a dunghill, yet Jesus has put a value upon you, saying “Since you were precious in my sight you have been honourable, and I have loved you.” It is great joy to know that we poor sinners are worth Christ’s having, and that he has even said, “They shall be mine in the day when I make up my jewels.”
18. This second part of the text is true as absolutely as the first. “I am his” — not my goods only, nor my time, nor my talents, nor what I can spare, but “I am his.” I fear that some Christians have never understood this. They give the Lord a little of their surplus, which they never miss. The poor widow who gave all her living, had the true idea of her relationship to her Lord. She would have put herself into the treasury if she could, for she felt “I am his.” As for myself, I wish I could be dropped bodily through the little slit of Christ’s treasure box, and be in his treasure chest for ever, never to be heard of any more as my own, but to be entirely my Lord’s. Paul desired to spend and be spent. It is not easy to do those two things distinctly with money, for when you spend a thing it is spent at one and the same time, but the apostle meant that he would spend himself by activity, and then when he could do no more, he would be glad to be spent by passive endurance for Christ’s sake. The believer feels that he belongs to Jesus absolutely; let the Lord employ him as he may, or try him as he pleases; let him take away all earthly friends from him or surround him with comforts; let him either depress him or exalt him, let him use him for little things or great things, or not use him at all, but lay him on the shelf; it is enough that the Lord does it, and the true heart is content, for it truthfully confesses, “I am his. I have no mortgage or lien upon myself, so that I can call a part of my being my own, but I am absolutely and unreservedly my Lord’s sole property.” Do you feel this, brothers and sisters? I pray God you may.
19. Blessed be God, this is true for evermore — “I am his,” his today, in the house of worship, and his tomorrow in the house of business; his as a singer in the sanctuary, and his as a worker in the workshop; his when I am preaching, and equally his when I am walking the streets; his while I live, his when I die; his when my soul ascends and my body lies rotting in the grave; the whole personality of my manhood is altogether his for ever and for ever.
20. This belonging to the Well Beloved is a matter of fact and practice, not a thing to be talked about only, but really to be acted on. I am treading on tender ground now, but I wish that every Christian could really say this without lying: “I do live for Christ in all things, for I am his. When I rise in the morning I wake up as his, when I sit down to a meal I eat as his, and drink as his. I eat, and drink, and sleep to the Lord, in everything giving thanks to him.” It is blessed even to sleep as the Lord’s beloved, to dream as his Abrahams and Jacobs do, to wake up at night and sing like David, and then drop off to “sleep in Jesus.” “It is a high condition,” you say. I grant it, but it is the place where we ought to remain. Our entire time and energy should be consecrated by this great master principle, “I am his.” Can you say it? Never rest until you can. And if you can, beloved, it involves great privilege. “I am his,” then I am honoured by having such an owner. If a horse or a sheep is said to belong to the Queen, everyone thinks much of it: now you are not the Queen’s, but you are the Lord’s, and that is far more. Through belonging to Christ you are safe, for he will surely keep his own. He will not lose his own sheep, he paid too dear a price for them to lose them. Against all the powers of earth and hell the Redeemer will hold his own and keep them to the end. If you are his he will provide for you. Just as a good husband cares for his spouse, and even so the Lord Jesus Christ cares for those who are betrothed to him. You will be perfected too, for whomever Christ has he will make worthy of himself and bring them to glory. It is because we are his that we shall get to heaven, for he has said, “Father, I will that they also whom you have given to me be with me where I am.” Because they are his he wishes to have them with him.
Now, give your thoughts licence to wonder that any one of us should
be able to say, “I am his.” “I who used to be so giddy and
thoughtless, so sceptical, and perhaps profane, I am his.” Indeed,
and some of you can say, “I who used to be passionate and proud, I
who was a drunkard, I whose lips were black with blasphemy, I am
his.” Glory be to you, oh Jesus Christ, for this, that you have taken
up such worthless things as we are and made us yours. No longer do we
belong to this present evil world, we live for the world to come. We
do not even belong to the church, so as to make it our master; we are
part of the flock, but like all the rest we belong to the Great
Shepherd. We will not give ourselves up to any party, or become the
slave of any denomination, for we belong to Christ. We do not belong
to sin, or self, or Satan; we belong entirely, exclusively, and
irrevocably to the Lord Jesus Christ. Another master waits upon us
and asks us to give our energies to his services, but our answer is,
“I am already engaged.” “How is that?” “I bear in my body the marks
of the Lord Jesus, and therefore from now on trouble me no more.”
“But can you not serve me in part?” “No, sir, I cannot serve two
masters; I am not like a man who can do as he pleases, I have no time
to call my own.” “How is that?” “I belong to Christ, I am entirely
his. If there is anything to be done for him I am his man to the best
of my ability; I decline no service to which he calls me, but I can
serve no other Lord.” Lord Jesus, help each one of us now to say —
I am thine, and thine alone,
This I gladly, fully own;
And in all my works and ways,
Only now would seek thy praise.
22. III. To conclude: the saint feels DELIGHT IN THE VERY THOUGHT OF CHRIST. “he feeds among the lilies.” When we love anyone, and we are away from home, we delight to think of them, and to remember what they are doing. You are a husband travelling in a foreign land; this morning you said to yourself, “At this time they are just getting up at home.” Perhaps the time is different, for you are in another time zone, and you say to yourself, “Ah, now the dear children are just getting ready to go to the Sunday School”; and by and by you think they are at dinner. So delight in the thought of Christ which made the church say, “He feeds among the lilies.” She was pleased to think of where he was and what he was doing.
23. Now, where is Jesus? What are these lilies? Do not these lilies represent the pure in heart, with whom Jesus dwells? The spouse used the imagery which her Lord had put into her mouth. He said “As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters,” and she appropriates the symbol to all the saints. A preacher who is great at spiritualizing has well said on this verse, “The straight stalk, standing up erect from the earth, its flowers as high from the ground as possible, do they not tell us of heavenly mindedness? Do they not seem to say, ‘Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth?’ And if the spotless snow of the leaves teaches us about grace, then the gold of the anthers [b] tells us of that crown which shall be the reward of grace.” The violet and the primrose in spring nestle close to the earth, as if in sympathy with her chill condition, but the lily lifts itself up towards heaven in sympathy with the summer’s light and splendour. The lily is frail, and such are the saints of God; if Jesus were not among them to protect them the wild beast would soon tread them down. Frail as they are, they are surpassingly lovely, and their beauty is not what is made with hands. It is a beauty bestowed upon them by the Lord, for “they do not toil, neither do they spin, yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.” The saints do not work for life, and spin no righteousness of their own, and yet the royal righteousness which adorns them far surpasses all that wisdom could devise or wealth procure.
24. Where, then, is my Lord today? He is up and away, among the lilies of Paradise. In my imagination I see those stately rows of milk white lilies growing no longer among thorns: lilies which are never soiled with the dust of earth, which for ever glisten with the eternal dews of fellowship, while their roots drink in unfading life from the river of the water of life which waters the garden of the Lord. There is Jesus! Can you see him? He is fairer even than the lilies which bow their heads around him. But he is here too where we are, like lilies which have scarcely opened yet, lily buds as yet, but still watered by the same river, and yielding in our measure the same perfume. Oh you lilies of Christ’s own planting, he is among you; Jesus is in this house today, the unction which has made his garments so fragrant is discerned among us.
25. But what is he doing among the lilies? It is said, “He feeds among the lilies.” He is feeding himself, not on the lilies, but among them. Our Lord finds solace among his people. His delights are with the sons of men; he rejoices to see the graces of his people, to receive their love, and to discern his own image in their faces. As he said to the woman of Samaria, “Give me a drink,” so he says to each one of his people, “Give me a drink,” and he is refreshed by their loving fellowship. But the text means that he is feeding his people. He feeds that part of his flock redeemed by blood of which we read that “the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them and shall lead them into living fountains of waters.” Nor does he forget that part of his flock which is in the low lands of earth, but he gives them also their portion of food. He has fed us this morning, for he is the good Shepherd, and leaves none of his sheep to starve.
26. Then what shall I do? Well, I will remain among the lilies. His saints shall be my companions. Where they flourish I will try to grow. I will be often in their assemblies. Indeed, and I will be a lily too. By faith I will neither toil nor spin in a legal fashion, but I will live by faith upon the Son of God, rooted in him. I would be pure in life, and I would have the golden anther of looking to the reward. I would lift up my soul aloft towards heaven as the lily lifts up its flower. Jesus will come and feed by my side if I am a lily, and even I may yield him some pleasure by my humble gratitude.
27. Beloved, this is a choice subject, but it is more sweet as a matter of fact than mere hearing can make it. “He feeds among the lilies.” This is our joy, that Christ is in his church, and the essence of all I want to say is this; never think of yourself or of the church apart from Jesus. The spouse says, “My beloved is mine, and I am his”; she weaves the two into one. The cause of the church is the cause of Christ; the work of God will never be accomplished by the church apart from Christ, her power lies in his being in her midst. He feeds among the lilies, and therefore those lilies shall never be destroyed, but their sweetness shall make all the earth fragrant. The church of Christ, working with her Lord, must conquer, but never if she tries to stand alone or to accomplish any work apart from him.
As for each one of us personally, let us not think of ourselves apart
from Christ, nor of Christ apart from us. Let George Herbert’s prayer
Oh, be mine still, still make me thine,
Or rather make nor mine nor thine.
Let mine melt into yours. Oh, to have joint stock with Christ, and to do business under one name; to be married to Christ and lose our old name, and wear his name, and say, “I live, yet not I, but Christ lives in me.” As the wife is lost in the husband, and the stone in the building, and the branch in the vine, and the member in the head, we would be so amalgamated with Christ, and have such fellowship with him that there shall be no more mine nor yours.
29. Last of all, poor sinner, you will say, “There is nothing in all this for me,” and I should not like to send you away without a word. You are saying “This is a day of good news, but it is only for God’s own people.” I ask you to read through the first and second chapters of the Song, and see who it was who said, “My beloved is mine,” because I should not wonder that you are very like her. She was one who confessed, “I am black,” and so are you. Perhaps grace will, one of these days, help you to say, “I am comely.” She was one with whom her mother’s children were angry — perhaps you, too, are a speckled bird. She had done manual labour, for they made her a keeper of the vineyards. I should not wonder that you are doing manual labour, too, trying to save yourself instead of accepting the salvation which Jesus has already accomplished for sinners. So it came to pass that she became very sorrowful and passed through a winter of rain and cold. Perhaps you are there; and yet you know she came out of it, her winter was past, and the birds began to sing. She had been hidden in the secret places of the stairs, as you are now; but she was called out from the dust and cobwebs to see the face of her Lord.
One thing I wish to whisper in your ears — she was in the clefts of the
rock. Oh soul, if you can only get there, if you can shelter in the
riven side of our Beloved, that deep gash of the spear from which
flowed blood and water, “to be of sin the double cure”; if you can
get there, I say, though you are black and grimy with sin, and an
accursed sinner, only fit to be a firebrand in hell, yet you shall,
even you, be able to sing with all the rapture of the liveliest saint
on earth, and one day with all the transport of the brightest ones
above, “My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feeds among the lilies.”
There, go your way with those silver bells ringing in your ears; they
ring a marriage peal to saints, but they ring also a cheery
invitation to sinners, and this is the tune they are set to — Come and
welcome! Come and welcome! Come and welcome! Sinner, come!
May God bless you, for Jesus’ sake. Amen.
[Portion Of Scripture Read Before Sermon — So 2]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “The Christian, Dedication To God — ‘My Beloved Is Mine And I Am His’ ” 660]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “The Christian, Dedication To God — Jesus, I Am Thine!” 663]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “The Christian, Privileges, Communion with Jesus — Christ Dwell In Heaven, But Visits His Saints On Earth” 814]
[a] Aeolian harp: a stringed instrument adapted to produce musical sounds on exposure to a current of air. OED.
[b] Anther: That part of the stamen of flower containing the pollen or fertilizing dust, which when mature is shed forth for the fertilization of the ovary. OED.
The Christian, Dedication To God
660 — “My Beloved Is Mine And I Am His”
1 When I had wander’d from his fold,
His love the wanderer sought;
When slave like into bondage sold,
His blood my freedom bought.
2 Therefore that life, by him redeem’d,
Is his through all its days;
And as with blessings it hath teem’d,
So let it teem with praise.
3 For I am his, and he is mine,
The God whom I adore!
My Father, Saviour, Comforter,
Now and for evermore.
4 When sunk in sorrow, I despair’d,
And changed my hopes for fears,
He bore my griefs, my burden shared,
And wiped away my tears.
5 Therefore the joy by him restored,
To him by right belongs:
And to my gracious loving Lord,
I’ll sing through life my songs:
6 For I am his, and his is mine,
The God whom I adore!
My Father, Saviour, Comforter,
Now and for evermore!
John S. B. Monsell, 1863.
The Christian, Dedication To God
663 — Jesus, I Am Thine! <7s.>
1 Jesus, spotless Lamb of God,
Thou hast bought me with thy blood,
I would value nought beside
Jesus — Jesus crucified.
2 I am thine, and thine alone,
This I gladly, fully own;
And, in all my works and ways,
Only now would seek thy praise.
3 Help me to confess thy name,
Bear with joy thy cross and shame,
Only seek to follow thee,
Though reproach my portion be.
4 When thou shalt in glory come,
And I reach my heavenly home,
Louder still my lips shall own
I am thine, and thine alone.
James George Deck, 1837.
The Christian, Privileges, Communion with Jesus
814 — Christ Dwell In Heaven, But Visits His Saints On Earth
1 My best-beloved keeps his throne
On hills of light, in worlds unknown;
But he descends and shows his face
In the young gardens of his grace.
2 He has engross’d my warmest love;
No earthly charms my soul can move:
I have a mansion in his heart,
Nor death nor hell shall make us part.
3 He takes my soul ere I’m aware,
And shows me where his glories are:
No chariot of Amminadib
The heavenly rapture can describe.
4 Oh, may my spirit daily rise
On wings of faith above the skies,
Till death shall make my last remove,
To dwell for ever with my love.
Isaac Watts, 1709.