By R.C. Chapman
“I have compared Thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.”—Song Solomon 1:9
Lord, Thou knowest my custom to consider Thee, and meditate Thy triumphs on my behalf. I hear Thee sayings: “I am He that liveth, and was dead, and am alive forevermore”—Revelation 1:18. I call to mind that by Thy own blood Thou hast perfected me forever, having spoiled principalities and powers of darkness; that by the same blood Thou wast raised from the dead, and art seated in glory a Prince and a Savior, for Thy blood did speak, saying: “Lift up your heads, O ye gates” —Psalm 24:7, 9, and all the perfections of Jehovah opened wide the everlasting doors.
Moreover, while Thy Spirit draws me near to Thee, and I say: “My Beloved is mine, and I am His”—Song of Solomon 2:16, in the multitude if such thoughts within me, Thy comforts delight my soul, and I long to depart and be with Thee. To me to live is Christ, and to die is gain; for to depart and be with Christ is far better—Philippians 1:21,23, in the balances of my love and admiration of Thee, than to abide on earth.
But patience and submission whisper in mine ear that waiting my Lord’s time is His will, and best for His glory. I know, Lord, Thou dost command my longing, as also my patient waiting—both Thine own work within me. Thou dost gird me for the battle; Thy Church can fight the good fight of faith. Thou givest Thy Spirit’s power to the “company of Thy horses;” they paw in the valley, rejoicing in their strength, and are more than conquerors. We are both Thy soldiers and Thy chariots; Thou dost fight in us and for, that we may fight for thee. Lord, teach me but my weakness and Thy strength, and I triumph in the fiercest heat of battle! If sore afflicted, and beset with hosts without and hosts within, though thousands encamp against me, yet will I not fear—though war rises against me, yet in this warfare will I be confident: for, Lord, I cannot be too bold if I but cast aside all weapons of the flesh and every piece of the armor of Saul; content with my staff, which Thy righteousness and strength—with my stone of the promise in the sling of faith.
O teach me, Lord, to be ever obedient to bit and bridle: turn and wind me at Thy pleasure, and at all times, and in all things, triumph Thou by me, Thou King of Righteousness and King of Peace. With mine eye fixed on my Captain, I find nothing to hard for me. I rest in Thee, Lord Jesus, and rejoice to suffer with Thee, knowing that I shall also reign with Thee. My wounds are for Thy binding up, and are only gain to me, for by them I better know what manner of love is Thine—what Physician art Thou, my Lord my God.