Sermon Bible Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. Song of Solomon 4:16 The offices of the Holy Spirit are manifold. I. It is He who must convince us of sin (John 16:8). II. Conversion, in its true and scriptural sense, a turning from wrong to right, is another part of the Holy Spirit's work. III. Another reason why we should devoutly beseech the Holy Spirit to blow upon the Lord's garden, in which we have been planted, is that He may purify as by His grace. IV. A fourth reason is that we may evermore rejoice in His holy comfort. Without the Holy Ghost, the garden of the Lord would be the most barren desert. He is our companion, teacher, advocate, friend, comforter. V. We cannot dispense with the influences of the Spirit, because it is only when these are felt, that the spices in the Lord's garden shed forth their abundant sweetness. J. N. Norton, Golden Truths, p. 285. References: Song of Solomon 4:16.—Spurgeon, Morning by Morning, p. 61; J. E. Vaux, Sermon Notes, 1st series, p. 80. 4—Spurgeon, Evening by Evening, p. 7; Clergyman's Magazine, vol. viii., p. 273; J. R. Macduff, Communion Memories, p. 164; J. M. Neale, Sermons on the Song of Songs, p. 195; G. Matheson, Moments on the Mount, p. 262. Song of Solomon 5:1.—Spurgeon, Sermons, vol. xvi., No. 919; Ibid., Evening by Evening, p. 170; J. M. Neale, Sermons on the Song of Songs, p. 205. Song of Solomon 5:2.—Spurgeon, Sermons, vol. xxvi., No. 1561; Ibid., Evening by Evening, p. 270; R. M. McCheyne, Additional Remains, p. 230. Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits. William Robertson Nicoll's Sermon Bible Text Courtesy of BibleSupport.com. Used by Permission. Bible Hub |
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