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That voice of love!
by Spurgeon
"You who dwell in the gardens, the friends hearken to your
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 your voice.
Once I did hear it often, but I have grieved your Spirit. Return
unto me in compassion, and once again say unto me, "I am your
salvation." No other voice can content me; I know your voice,
and cannot be deceived by another, let me hear it, I beg you.
I know not what you will say, neither do I make any condition, O
my Beloved, do but let me hear you speak, and if it be a rebuke
I will bless you 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
your voice. Bore my ear afresh; pierce my ear with your harshest
notes, only do not permit me to continue deaf to your calls.
Lord, grant your unworthy one his desire, for I am yours,
and you have bought me with your blood. You have opened
my eye to see you, and the sight has saved me. Lord, open
my ear! I have read your heart, now let me hear your lips.
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