By R.C. Chapman
“Behold, You are fair my beloved; yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.” Song of Solomon 1:16
It moves my joy, sobered with sadness and grief for sin, to hear You, My Lord, commending what You see in me. Your work and Your resemblance within me, I know, is lovely. Oh give me wisdom to hear Your word of praise! Let me test my way with Yours, and I will be yet more depraved in my own sight, and yet more sweetly occupied with You!
You, Lord Jesus! Do fix Your eyes on me, that mine may ever be set on You, who gave Yourself for me, and also to me, and are my light and my salvation, my portion and my joy. You see Yourself in me. If You were not Jehovah my Righteousness, justifying and washing me in Your blood, I would have for ever dwelt in the shadow of death, and loved my filthiness: therefore there is only one reason You should call me fair and pleasant, since in me You see Your own image.
You are my assurance; I was crucified with you, and made to sit together with my Lord in heavenly places. (Ephesians 2:6) This earth was your field to labor; in heaven you rest, having finished the work the Father gave you to do. Having suffered first You have entered into Your glory, which is ever new, and cannot fade—Your bed of green! You are full of joy with the Father’s countenance, and at His right hand are pleasures for evermore.
I rejoice because all things the Father has are Yours, and I am joint heir with You. Therefore You say “Our” bed; the glory given You, You have given me! I follow on to know the power of your resurrection and the fellowship of Your sufferings. In you and with You my soul rests, ceasing from my own works; and dead to the law, I live; yet not I, but my Lord lives in me; so then to die daily is my work.
In this I exercise myself, knowing that sin uses that old husband, which held me in bonds; and I could bring no fruit forth except only the wild grape and dead works of the flesh, unless I had been dead to the law by the body of my Lord.
Oh teach me, then, to watch, and stand fast in You! Sprinkle me with Your blood! Let me ever abide at Your cross and triumph in the power of Your resurrection, sitting down and resting with You in heavenly places! So I will set foot on the neck of all enemies; so I will keep myself pleasant to You, and that wicked one will not touch me. I will be for my Lord—my Beloved—and nothing will divide my heart with Him!
Excerpt from Meditations on the Song of Solomon, Kindle, Loc. 425, Language modernized in places by this site.
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