“My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.”—Song vi. 2.
Wonderful condescension! Jesus, the beloved of all his people, is
indeed come down into his garden, the church; for he loves the sacred
walks of a spot so near and so dear to him, which is at once the gift
of his Father, and the purchase of his own most precious blood.
Moreover, he hath gathered it out of the world’s wide wilderness and
separated it as a sacred enclosure by his distinguishing grace. Surely
then he will visit it. Yes, here he constantly walks; here he comes to
observe the souls of his people as trees of his own right-hand
planting. He is said to feed here; for the graces of his Spirit, which
he calls forth into exercise, are more fragrant to him than all the
spices of the east. And all the beauty and whiteness of the lily is not
to be compared to the glory, loveliness, and sweet-smelling savour of
the righteousness of Jesus, in which he beholds the souls of his
redeemed as clad. And Oh! here Jesus is gathering them to himself in
all the different degrees of their growth, from the first moment of
planting them in his garden, until he transplants them into the
paradise of God. Art thou, my soul, in this garden of Jesus? Art thou
rejoicing under his gracious hand? Are the dews of his ordinances, in
this enclosure of thy Lord, dropping upon thee!