"Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense." - Song iv. 6.
Methinks I would have every poor sinner, until the day dawn of
awakening grace breaks in upon his soul, get away to the ordinances of
God in the mountain of the Lord's house: there lie should live, there
wait, until the Lord speaks to his soul. And methinks I would have
every poor sinner that is awakened, until the day of glory breaks in
with an everlasting light upon him, get away to the gospel mountain,
where the odour of Jesus's incense, and the savour of his blood and
righteousness, become sweeter than myrrh, and more fragrant than
frankincense. Here, Lord, cause me to get away from all surrounding
impediments, and to be constantly found waiting, that my soul may drink
in the fresh, reviving, renewing streams, until Jesus himself, the
morning star, breaks in upon my soul, to lead me home to his
everlasting glory, in his bosom forever.