“My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.” —Song of Solomon 2:10
Each believer should be thirsting for God, for the living God, and longing to put his lip to the well-head of eternal life, —to follow the Saviour and say, “Oh, that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother, when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised. I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate. His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please. Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth; there she brought thee forth that bare thee. Oh! that the believer would never be content with having drops and sips of love, but long for the full feast. O my soul thirsteth to drink deep of that cup which never can be drained and to eat of all the dainties of that table which boundless love has furnished. I am persuaded that you and I are content to live on pence when we might live on pounds; that we eat dry crusts when we might taste the ambrosial meat of angels, that we are content to wear rags when we might put on kings’ robes; that we go out with tears upon our faces when we might anoint them with fresh oil. Satisfied I am that many a believer lives in the cottage of doubt when he might live in the mansion of faith. We are poor starveling things when we might be fed; we are weak when we might be mighty, feeble when we might be as the giants before God, and all because we will not hear the Master say, “Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away.” Now, brethren, is the time with you after your season of trouble, to renew your dedication vow to God. Now, beloved, you should rise up from worldliness and come away— from sloth, from the love of this world, from unbelief.
—Charles H. Spurgeon (1834-1892)
Delivered Sunday Morning, February 23, 1862 at the Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington
Metropolitan Tabernacle Pulpit, Vol. 8 Sermon No. 436, “A Sermon for Spring”