R.C. Chapman’s S.O.S. 2.8

By R.C. Chapman

“The voice of my Beloved! Behold, He comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.” (Song of Solomon 2:8)


I know Your voice; Lord, You have made me know it: Your good Spirit gave me an ear to hear! It is by grace I differ from those whom the god of this world has blinded, lest the light should shine into their hearts.  Once I , with the rest, was his slave, his faithful servant, his captive; I hugged my chains! I would not, could not, hear the voice of Jesus!

But You, Lord taught me by Your strong hand! Gentle and gracious the still small whisper of Your love! And yet mighty! For it broke my bonds and melted my heart! The lawful captive was delivered, and the prey of the mighty and the terrible taken from him,

Other chain than I once wore are now upon me.  Lord, I am Yours! For with bands of a man, with cords of love, You have bound me to Yourself.  Your voice, O Beloved of my soul, brings heaven with it.  To hear it, to believe it, to ponder it, to store it in my soul, to hide it as my treasure in my heart: this is my business.  Give me, then, O One who has all grace and wisdom in all fullness! Give me to do this my work.  And let me from now on be wise to discern Your word and voice, for many are the wiles of Satan, who would charm me from the simplicity that is in You; would bring me again into bondage of the weak and beggarly elements of the law; and would puff me up with philosophy and vain deceit, after the principles of the world, after the doctrine and traditions of men, and not of Christ.

O, then, may I Harken diligently to the Bridegroom’s voice, keep His commandments, and walk in the way of the covenant of His love.  Lord, keep my heart and my understanding; keep me, body, soul, and spirit.  I tremble, O my Savior, at the subtlety and snares of the enemy; be, therefore, close to me.

I know Your step is swift; Your love and compassion add wings to Your feet, when Your trembling one cries to You, You are touched with a feeling of their weaknesses! Mountain and hill You leap over; before You they become a plain! The load of our iniquity was once laid upon You; by Your blood You have finished the transgression.  You have cast all my sins into the depths of the sea!

While I take my place with her who washed Your feet with tears and wiped them with her hair, You say, “Be of good comfort; your sins are forgiven you” (Matthew 9:2; 9:22; Luke 8:48).  In Your days of flesh this power was Yours, now You are exalted a Great High Priest, a Prince and a Savior; and You sweetly move me to roll my burden upon You.  As I behold Your wounds, You show me Your love, and magnify Yourself within me, by the Comforter whom You send from the Father.

Let me always listen to the voice of my Beloved; and in all tribulation patiently wait until You come, leaping upon the mountains, skipping on the hills, to turn my mourning into joy, and for the spirit of heaviness grant to me the garment of praise.

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