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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R.C. Chapman’s S.O.S. 2:7

By R.C. Chapman

 

“I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the does of the field, that you not stir up or awaken my Love, until He pleases.” (Song of Solomon 2:7)

You know, my soul, how good and how pleasant it is to lay down at the feet of Jesus, as Ruth at the feet of Boaz, covered with the skirt of His love.  In this sweet reverence and humbleness you obtain precious tokens of His favor: He blesses you, and takes it kindly (in His wondrous humility) that you should regard Him, and suffer Him to captivate your heart, while thousands around you count Him “a root out of dry ground, without form or attractiveness”. (Isaiah 53:2)

He found you poor and naked; but in His blood he washed you, he adorned you, he presented you to Himself.  And how amiable, how glorious the smile of Jesus! Truly in the light of the King’s countenance is life, and His favor is a cloud of latter rain.  Lord, while I sit at Your feet in shame-faced poverty of spirit, make my cup to run over; and then my heart trembles within me, fearing that any misbehavior of mine should grieve Your Holy Spirit.  You yourself I cannot lose, for my life is bound up in Yours, neither will You part with me.  Let me, then, since You are so faithful and tender in Your love; let me, my Lord, be jealous over myself with godly jealousy! Keep my heart Your own self, or it will not be kept; but some base idol, some vanity of word or deed, will grieve Your Holy Spirit.

If indeed, for trial of faith, You hide Yourself, not in displeasure at my ways, but to purge a fruitful branch that it may be yet more fruitful,let it be so, what time soever You please, awake and rise up from Your rest in the bed of my soul! Send me forth to encounter temptation, for You are with me; my heart is fixed, and boasts that no weapon formed against me shall prosper. (Isaiah 54:17)

Lord, hear my prayer! You say: “What is your petition, and what is your request?” (Esther 5:6, 7:2, 9:12).  Do not let pride rise up within me, do not let Your cross at any time be hid, and let me never cease to triumph in You, my robe of righteousness.  Then, though desertion come, all shall be well: there shall be no loss but of things whose loss is gain; and temptations shall prepare me for yet richer communion with my Lord.

 


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R.C. Chapman’s S.O.S. 2:6

By R.C. Chapman

“His left hand is under my head, and His right hand embraces me.” (Song of Solomon 2:6)

Tenderly, my Lord, is how You deal with me; in love You cherish me, even as a man loves and cherishes his own body; for in reality Your church and Yourself are not two, but one Spirit.  Yes, You account me as of your flesh and of Your bones.

By the Comforter, the Holy Spirit, I am joined to my Lord; and sweet and melting are my thoughts of Your Holy Spirit’s love, as You reveal Yourself to me, You, the Son of the Living God, embracing me in Your everlasting arms.

And as I ponder Your majesty and Your glory, You strengthen my heart, showing me that You are the mighty God.  My Maker is my Husband; Jehovah Jesus is His name.  Be glad then, O my soul, and rejoice with holy triumph, because of Your Husband’s arm of power embracing and defending you!

Who will separate you from the love of Christ? He is Jehovah, the Son of God, the brightness of the Father’s glory, and the express image of His person, Your Lord and Your God.  He has all things under His feet.  He finished His work in His own blood on the tree, ascended up on high, and led captivity captive, having slain the enmity of the law, and blotted out the handwriting that was against me, nailing it to His cross.  And how, my soul, will the cancelled bond be enforced? A bare word of my Lord scatters and confounds all enemies; and my enemies are all Yours, O my Savior.

Be strong then, my soul, in the Lord, and in the power of His might, and be melted, my heart, because of His kindness, which knows no change.  He lays His left hand under my head-His left hand of gentleness and consolation; He makes me safe in His power, and gives me rest in the bosom of His love.

I charge you, O my soul, behave yourself as being worthy as the Bride, the Lamb’s wife.  Yield yourself to Him, for your are His, and He calls you Hephzibah, for His delight is in you.  Reverence and love Him; yes, be swallowed up in Him, for He bought you with His blood.  Let no idol have part in you with Him.


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R.C. Chapmans S.O.S. 2.4-5

By R.C. Chapman

 

Let him lead me to the banquet hall, and let his banner over me be love.   Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.” (Song of Solomon 2:4-5)

Have you been left, O my soul, to your own will, and the way of your own wisdom, could you ever have known Jesus or desired to know Him? It was the Spirit of God who led you, opening your eyes, convincing your conscience, drawing you to Christ, whose grace He showed you and caused you to believe.

Lord Jesus, Your grace is true grace.  In You, my soul makes her boast; and while You gird Yourself, and make me sit down in Your house of wine, a sweet sadness steals over my spirit.  I was at one time in darkness, one time an alien and enemy, before Your love was set on me and my name was in Your book.

These solemn memories do not mar my joys; they are needed so long as I live in this earthly house, to give me richer communion with Your love!

O Crowned King, Jesus of Nazereth, the mighty and glorious One, who made Yourself of no reputation, You rule me with Your Almighty love.  For if Your sceptor was not a sceptor of grace You could indeed, by a word destroy me; but You could not win my heart.

Now You show me Your wounds, and say: “Peace to you.” You hold me with the cords of Your love.  Lord, You open to me the gates of glory, bringing me into Your banqueting house, to sustain and cheer me on my way; and the wine of Your house fills me with longing for those things which are above.

My soul surveys Your glory, O King of Zion, Beloved One, and altogether lovely! I sit down with You on Your throne, sin, death, the law, hell, and the world under my feet.  Your fullness satisfies me.  In You I see the Father’s heart; He is Your God and my God; Your Father and my Father.  Thanks be to God for His unspeakable gift.

Lord, You sit down with me at Your own table, delighting Yourself in my soul’s afffections to You and admirtion of You, and my song and triumph of faith.  Your love to me is my soul’s strength and joy; it engages You to take up spear and shield against my enemies, draw me to my hiding place, and lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.  In the light of Your love I see my foes, hate their baits, and avoid their snares.

To idols I say,”Depart, my soul is the temple of my Lord.”

Lord Jesus, You have said, “Behold I come quickly (Revelation 3:11; 22:7, 12, 20).  O keep Your word! Even so, come, Lord Jesus, come quickly, and let my soul, with Your gathered saints, without enemies to frustrate us, rest in Your presence, and be filled with Your glory, and feast forever in Your love.

 

 


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R.C. Chapman’s S.O.S. 2:3

By R.C. Chapman

“I sat down under His Shadow with great delight and His fruit was sweet to my taste.” Song of Solomon 2:3

Mercies are inscribed on the lowly heart!  The sweet memories of former joys, the joys of communion with Jesus, and profitable also, if these remembrances cause thankfulness and praise; if it confirms faith and hope; revitalizes desire, and makes sin more hateful.

Lord Jesus, when all strength is gone, and when through many temptations, hands hang down, knees been made feeble, it is Your desire in the fierce heat of battle to make me sit down beneath Your shadow!

By faith I rest in You; at the voice of Your rebuke my enemies take flight.  Then there is holy stillness within me.  I set myself to meditate on You, my Lord and Savior, on You, my own Emanuel! I see Your glory, and think deeply about Your eternal Godhead.  As I look abroad, all things speak of Your power, and talk of Your praise; I see, and hear You, and trace Your footsteps everywhere.

I know You are the Word that endures forever, that was with God and was God, the Son who came from the heart of the Father.  For me You came forth, and You have persuaded me of Your everlasting love; of the counsel of peace and the covenant that stands fast with You forever and forever.

I see You, You, the Lamb of God, my Great High Priest, who is highly exalted. You have an unchangeable priesthood, given by the oath and promise of God the Father, that I might have an anchor of the soul that is both sure and steadfast, which enters within the veil.  I have You, my Rock to build on; to build so securely that storms and gales will only prove the building.  I drink of Your love with great desire, which grows with each new gale, and aims to comprehend the greatest amount of Your glory and Your grace.

How beautiful is Your fruit; how sweet and refreshing; and Your shadow, how pleasant, the shadow of the Tree of Life.  Ah, my Lord, for what reason do I grieve the comforter, by whom You satiate my soul?  Sad to say! In me (that is, in my flesh) there lives no good thing.  By grace, by grace, I am saved.  But, Oh You, the Beloved of my soul, hold me up, and teach me to sit at Your feet, and in the midst of the richest refreshing of Your smile to grow in poverty of spirit and self-reproach!

Let me live and stay at the blood of sprinkling, to which I have come; and while being nothing myself in my own eyes, in You I will boast and magnify my Lord and God and Savior evermore.

 


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R.C. Chapman’s S.O.S. 2:3

By R.C. Chapman

“As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my Beloved among the sons” Song of Solomon 2:3

A waste land, O my soul! is this earth to you, a forest full of briers and thorns, in which once you were a wanderer in darkness “such as might be felt”  no path for your foot of peace, your heart was brought down with labor!  The you made your earnest begging, and your cry was heard, for Jesus became your Light of Life, your Guide, your Defense and Shield!

O my soul! My enemies are strong and active; at times they roar against me in the way; they would have me credit their proud boasting, that I am their prey.  Theirs is the serpent’s guile, the poison of asps is under the adversary’s lips: Satan transforms himself into an angel of light.

O teach me, then, to watch and pray, lest I enter into temptation! I don’t ask, Lord to be taken out of the world before the set time; rather gird and provide for me , by the Comforter, with the whole armor of God; and give me out of weakness and poverty of spirit to be strong, and to be made valiant in fight, looking ever to you, You Lamb of God and Captain of my salvation!

Ah, Lord! You love to hear from Your own the song of triumph which Your cross and throne teach them while in the midst of battle!  The blood of Your cross took away the handwriting that was against us, the holy law, whose glory is terrible in condemnation, chiefly in condemnation of You, my Sin-bearer, Surety, Redeemer!

Your blood has spoiled the rule and power of darkness; and I also am a conqueror, more than a conqueror now, even now! I overcome by the word of Your testimony, and by the blood of the Lamb! But, O my Lord, bow down Your ear! Safety from destruction cannot satisfy my soul, but only enlarges desire, and gives room for a powerful love!

You be my tree of life, and let Your fruit, You, my soul’s Beloved! Be my heart’s strength and my spirit’s joy, for what can this earth yield me since I have tasted You!  I once fed on ashes; now I love by You, O You who humbled yourself a was made flesh!

You are fairer than the children of men.  You are meek and lowly; they are fierce and proud.  You are true, yes, truth itself; while they speak with double heart.  They change like the wind that whirls about continually; but You are He that was, that is, and is to come; the same yesterday, today, and forever!

You came in the likeness of sinful flesh, infinite was Your humiliation and poverty! And yet in Your poverty you were infinitely rich and great! In the light of Your countenance I have joy, for which I give to the winds all other joys!

I claim You, in Your poverty and riches, for my own.  You call me brother, and I call You my Lord and my God, and, in all boldness of faith and confidence of love-my Friend, my Brother, Guide, Companion, all in one!

You have now gone forth out of the forest of this world, in which You were once ” a stranger to Your mother’s children” (Psalm 69:8). I would also be a stranger and sojourner with You, knowing that by Your help and guidance I will one day see You face to face, and go out no more.

 

 


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R.C. Chapman’s S.O.S. 2:2

By R.C. Chapman

 

“As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.” Song of Solomon 2:2

 

You, Lord Jesus! Dwell in us,  You who esteem your church honorable and lovely.  Your eyes can search all the chambers of the soul; yet not all the blackness of the flesh can hide from Your gracious view of beauty in your people: only our iniquity is covered (by Your robe it is hid!) and never will You deny Your bride her title:

“the lily among thorns.”

It is Your own image we bear! For You Yourself have worked it in us.  You purify our hearts our by faith, to have unfeigned love for Yourself, and for the brethren.

And, O, my soul!  For trying your own nature let these by your central questions:  Do you beleive Him? Do you love Him?  These two jewels, faith an love, how precious in the eyes of Jesus!

Faith exalt Him, reveiving Him, and resting in Him as a Savior: to be such is His glory; Love delights in Him as the soul’s portion, friend, and husband.  O my Lord! Sweet is our mutual love! Yours to me is infinite, eternal, vast with many elements: mine to You, is Your own working, hindered though is may be through the flesh, is still sweet to You.

In none but Your own is love of You:  they are Your temple, Your garden; and while all the earth otherwise lies waste, Your church has Your blessing.  Your lily grows up among thorns.  Am I reviled and hated? O let me rejoice if being Christ’s lily I suffer!

Isn’t it your honor, O my soul, to be like Him who humbled Himself and dwelt in humiliation among us?  Should and will not I also bear my cross.  Great is the gain from my sufferings! For You, Lord Jesus, help me, and whisper in my ear Your love; You fill me with evidences of Your favor and of Your delight in me.

I look into Your heart, O my Lord, which opens to me; I see it full of love, full of compassion, towards me!  I know that every frown, each angry and scornful word of the wicked, You take to heart, saying to the ungodly, Why do you persecute me?

O my Lord, purge me; turn Your had upon me, I beg You! Let me, while living here be as Your lily.  By grace teach me to purify myself from all dirtiness of flesh and spirit, and to walk in white with You; So that Your image may be seen in me; and what though the  world hate and revile, all is well if You command and bless!

 

 

 


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R.C. Chapman S.O.S. 2:1 pt.2 of 2

By R.C. Chapman

 

“I am the Rose of Sharon and the Lily of the Valleys.” —Song of Solomon 2:1

 

He to whom all worship was due from angels and men became a worshipper and servant of the Father.

Lord Jesus!  Thou art the Rose of Sharon! Thou art the Lily of the Valleys! For our sakes Thou becamest poor.  Thy poverty was as deep as the glory of Thy Godhead is high.  This earth, under a curse, was Thy choice, where, in Thy low estate, Thou wouldest take root and grow up to scent all heaven and earth with the sweetness of Thy name! Angels were passed by, and Thou becamest the Son of Man, a partaker of flesh and blood, like unto Thy brethren!

Thou Son of God!  Thou hast known hunger, weariness (Thy body fainting, not Thy heart).  Thou didst bear the drought of day, the dews of night! At Thy birth Thy cradle was with the beast.  (O, unkind world! But O kind and gracious Savior!)  Persecuted was Thou, betrayed, denied, reviled, blasphemed, spit upon, mocked, scourged, buffeted, crucified and slain!

O, my Lord! My soul pants with longing for Thee!  Teach me Thy ways.  Let Thy blood purge my conscience of guilt, my understanding of darkness, my affections of idols!  Give me to search the mystery of Thy wounds, Thy sweat of blood, Thy crown of thorns! Mournful and outward show, deeper things were in Thy soul.  That cry of Thine, “My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?” (Matthew 27:46; Mark 15:34) That cry, Thou Lamb of God, tells Thine agony, and declares Thee bearer of Thy Church’s sin and curse!

Thou was cast out of earth and of heaven.  It pleased Thy Father Jehovah Thy God, who delighted in Thee, to bruise Thee and put Thee to grief: “He spared not His own Son!” (Romans 8:32).  The ever-during fragrance of Thine atoning sacrifice give Thee prevalence above: Thou the Rose of Sharon, the Lily of the Valleys, art the heaven of heaven!

Men of this world walk in condemnation; I stand rejoicing before God in Thee, my robe of righteousness! O my Lord! I have learned before Thy cross that the joys of earth are cankered!  Thorns and thistles, sorrow and shame, this evil world brings forth!

Content, yea, glad am I, my Lord, with Thee to be a worm and no man, with Thee, Thou Rose of Sharon, Thou Lily of the Valleys! Yea, my whole heart cries out, “God forbid that I should glory save in the cross of the Lord Jesus Christ, by whom the world is crucified unto me, and I unto the world”. (Galatians 6:14)

 

 

 

R.C. Chapman S.O.S. 2:1 pt.1

By R.C. Chapman

 

“I am the Rose of Sharon and the Lily of the Valleys.” —Song of Solomon 2:1

 

O say, my Lord, for Thou reavealest secret things, the rose and lily, what their voice concerning Thee? Surely they join their scent and beauty to be a memorial of the Lamb of God.  O Thou Redeemer of Israel! Upon Thy work of love Thy heart was set in the beginning, from everlasting!

When Thou didst plant the heavens, and lay the foundations of the earth, Thou didst show forth Thy power to create.  In Thy manifold wisdom also Thou didst fashion them to shadow forth Thy grace.  And now these flowers of the earth, the rose and the lily, are heard to speak Thy name, and show forth Thy salvation.

Surely the rose tells me of Thy Cross, whereon Thou was made a curse, and wast stained in Thine own blood.  O Thou Lamb of God! Give me now to stand and look upon Thee whom I pierced; yes, ,my soul, the Lamb whom thou didst pierce! Not for Himself was Messiah cut off.  He was spotless, or He were not the Lamb of God.

Elect angels are holy and undefiled, yet in their holiness bounded by the creature’s narrow measure, and in itself liable to change.  When their companions fell they were sustained and preserved, God in them providing His Church a goodly train and needful safeguard.

But who or what is Jesus? Mark Him!  He travels in the greatness of His strength, no servant by nature, but the only begotten Son! Immanuel, the Lord Jehovah our Righteousness!  And the Word that endureth forever (1 Peter 1:25); that was with God and was God. (John 1:1) All the acts of the Son of Man have the glory, the unsearchable glory, of His Eternal Power and Godhead in them.  Our Jesus is the same yesterday, today, and forever. (Hebrews 13:8)

If creatures serve and worship God, they do but take their true place, whereas the Son thought it not robbery to be equal with God.  Yet He, The Son of God, took on Him the form of a servant!