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Morning and Evening

June 19, Evening

C. H. Spurgeon · Modern retelling

"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 Songs 2:16, 17 · KJV

Surely if there is a happy verse in the Bible, it is this: "My Beloved is mine, and I am His." So peaceful, so full of assurance, so overflowing with happiness and contentment is it that it might well have been written by the same hand that penned the twenty-third Psalm. Yet though the prospect is exceedingly fair and lovely—earth cannot show its superior—it is not entirely a sunlit landscape. There is a cloud in the sky that 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," that is, 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 not a shadow of doubt about your being His and His being yours, but still His left hand is not under your head, nor does 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 fall to your knees and 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 means of grace with His saints, for where His flock gathers, there the Shepherd loves to feed them. Oh, for an evening glimpse of Him! Oh, to sup with Him tonight!