My Beautiful Beloved

“You are so beautiful, My beloved; there is no spot in you.” Solomon’s Song 4:7

“My beloved,” Oh, say it again, dear Master! Let the music of Your voice touch and vibrate through the deepest chords of my nature, and awaken sweet responses in my soul! You are the fount and source of all love; oh, fill me, overwhelm me, plunge me in this sea of mercy and of grace! I would be swallowed up in it, knowing no other joy or bliss comparable to that of being able to say, “My Beloved is mine—and I am His.”

“There is no spot in you.” Can our loving Lord really mean this, and mean it of you and I, dear reader? He does, indeed, if only we have believed on His Name to the saving of our soul, and trusted in His precious blood to wash away all our sin. But is it not a love passing knowledge which can cause such a statement to be absolute truth? “There is no spot in you.” “Where, then, are all my spots, dear Lord, for they were legion; and sin must have rendered me vile and loathsome in Your pure sight?” The reply comes direct from the Lord’s own Word: “When I passed by you, and looked upon you, behold, your time was the time of love. So I spread the edge of My garment over you and covered your nakedness. I pledged Myself to you, entered into a covenant with you, and you became Mine!”

“Before He saved her, well He knew,
 What a heart like her’s would do.”

All the uncleanness—past, present, and future—all the deformity and blackness is put aside by love, cleansed away by blood, covered by Christ’s righteousness; and so completely is this done, that God Himself can find no remnant or stain of that which would have meant eternal death to an unwashed soul. Oh, the “riches of the glory of this mystery,” this mighty power which lifts a poor sinner from the depths of sin—to the heights of heavenly bliss! “What kind of love is this?” It is so Divine and incomprehensible that, in the contemplation of it, we are lost in wonder and amazement, and have to cry out, with the disciples of old, “Lord, increase our faith! ” ~ Susannah Spurgeon, A Basket of Summer Fruit

 

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