My beloved is mine, I am his

Song of Songs 2

It is possible that in those golden days when Solomon walked with God, he was inspired to write the matchless book of Canticles, which is the Holy of holies of the Scriptures, standing like the tree of life in the midst of the garden of inspiration. The song is highly allegorical, and describes Christ and his church as a bride and bridegroom who sing to each other and of each other. The passage we are about to read is a dialogue.

The Bridegroom first speaks, and says—

Song of Songs 2:2

Who can this be but Jesus, in whose person the rose and lily are combined? “White is his soul, from blemish free, Red with the blood he shed for me.” He paints his church as a lone lily growing amidst a wilderness of thorns, among them but not of them, her beauties being all the more conspicuous by contrast.

Then the Bride or the church exclaims—

Song of Songs 2:3

The golden citron excels all other trees, and Jesus is far more excellent than all others. Shade and fruit, protection and provision, are found in him. He is all in all to us who believe in him.

Song of Songs 2:5

Love to Jesus sometimes becomes so vehement a passion that the soul cannot bear it, and the bodily frame is ready to swoon under the supreme excitement.

Song of Songs 2:7-9

The spouse now hears the voice of her husband, and rejoices to see him coming to her with all the sacred haste of omnipotent love.

Song of Songs 2:13

When doubts and fears, trials and distresses are over and the heart is full of music, we should go forth in holy fellowship, and delight ourselves with the Lord Jesus. Dark days may come, let us spend our joyful seasons in the most profitable manner, walking with our Lord in the light while the light lasts.

The Bridegroom still speaks, and calls to his beloved, saying—

Song of Songs 2:17

Come out from the hiding-places of fear or worldliness and own the Lord.

The church sings again—

Song of Songs 2:16, 17

If we have lost the presence of the Lord, it is our duty and our privilege to cry to him to return swiftly and triumphantly, like the fleet roe which overleaps mountains and defies all difficulties.


Yes! my Beloved to my sight

Shows a sweet mixture, red and white:

All human beauties, all divine,

In my Beloved meet and shine.


All over glorious is my Lord,

Must be beloved, and yet adored;

His worth if all the nations knew,

Sure the whole earth would love him too.


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