R.C. Chapman’s S.O.S. 2:17

By Robert C. Chapman

 

“Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my Beloved, and be like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether”. (Song of Solomon 2:17)

 

Lord, You have brought me out of darkness into marvelous light! In Your light! Old things have passed away, all things have become new! (2nd Corinthians 5:17) My soul, admiring the glories of Your grace, sees a new heaven and a new earth, which I once had no eyes to see!

What shall I render to You because of Your rising upon my soul that was covered by darkness? Calling to mind my former time of ignorance and hatred, says my soul, it is now no more night, but noonday! You are the brightness of the glory of God! Your light is infinite! No clouds surround You, nor shadows of the law.  I do not come to Sinai, the mountain of blackness and tempest, but to Mount Zion, to God the judge of all, and Jesus the Mediator of the new Covenant, and to the blood of sprinkling, which speaks better than that of Abel!

The way into holiness is now made clear, and I have boldness of access there by the blood of my Lord! But if I take account of my profiting and knowledge of You, alas! I am of yesterday, and know nothing.

I chide you, my soul, and ask, why so dull of understanding, why so little you know of the glorious One and altogether lovely? O pity, Lord! Your needy one! Yes, You know my nature, and You pity me! You see, that while caged in this house of clay, I could not endure to behold You face to face: at such a sight I should, like him who once leaned on Your heart, fall at Your feet as dead!

So long as I sojourn here, (detained a little while for Your glory) You will not oppress me with Your brightest beams, the shadows still hide You in part, and I see through a glass darkly.  Lord! I wait for the time, I wait for it more than they that watch for the morning, when I will behold You face to face! I long for Your glorious appearing; but my waiting is patient, for You are indeed swift to help me: as a roe and a young hart leaping over the mountains of separation.

Your Spirit make me triumph now in You, and to rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory! And I know, when the vision will come, I will say, “It did not tarry or lie.”

 

[This has completed R.C. Chapman’s book on the Song of Solomon]

R.C. Chapman’s S.O.S. 2:12

By R.C. Chapman

 

“The Flowers appear on the earth; and the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.” (Song of Solomon 2:12)

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted! And Your people, Lord Jesus are all mourners, but their sorrow is turned into joy.  You pursue Your lost ones in love to their soul; You wound them: Your arrows are sharp in their heart.

Then their groaning is not hid from You; their cry, because of affliction and hard bondage, enters your ears, and You come down to deliver! You have obtained eternal redemption for them! Ah, Lord! Your prisoners of hope are but slow to conceive rightly the grace which is in Thee, of the unsearchable sea of Your heart’s love.  To their drooping spirits the heavens gather blackness desolation is round about them.  But You observe Your set time, appointed of the Father, “to favor Zion.”

Soon as Your needful arrows are spent, You bind up the broken in heart.  You don’t wound to kill, but to heal; Your heart yearns over Your mourners; You wait with longing for the good time to speak peace; Your heart breaks with desire to make Yourself known to Your brethren, to fall upon their necks, and give them the kiss of Your love.

You say, “Fear not, I have redeemed you; you are mine”.—(Isaiah 43:1) You multiply words of the, highest stooping to comfort the lowest, to our weakness, saying “Comfort, comfort my people,” …”Speak comfortably to Jerusalem”; and call out to her that her warfare is accomplished, that her iniquity is pardoned”.—(Isaiah 40:1-2)

How glorious are the revelations of Your Spirit! When he declares Your name to mourners, Your cross becomes their joy and salvation.  And shouldn’t they sing and be glad, and take their harp from the willows?  For Your coming by Your Spirit turns earth into heaven; You make the wilderness like Eden. We would not exchange our Paradise for the garden of the first Adam; for in You we have the Second Adam, the Lord from Heaven: Your grace lifting us above earth, and giving us to sit down with You in heavenly places.  You put a crown upon our heads, making us kings and priests unto God Your Father!  You impart skill to sing the song of Moses and the Lamb; and whether sung by travelers on earth, or by those with You in heaven, the song is melody in Your ears. You, Yourself join us; singing praises in the midst of Your church.  And the Father listens, resting in His love: delighting in You and in Your members, who by His Spirit are one with You.

Lord! Be forever the fountain of all my joys! Daily may I behold Your glory, and see how it springs from Your shame and spitting, from Your agony and cross.  So I will keep myself pure from carnal joys and carnal griefs—so shall the Dove which sat on You, sit likewise on me! And though I be small and despised, and do not lift up, or cry, or cause my voice to be heard in the streets, yet shall my ways and spirit please You, and You will incline Your ear while I sing the Lord’s song in a strange land!

 


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R.C. Chapman’s S.O.S. 2:9

By R.C. Chapman

“My Beloved is like a roe, or a young hart: behold, He stands behind our wall, He looks forth at the windows, showing Himself through the lattice.”  (Song of Solomon 2:9)

The heavens have received my Lord! By His own blood He passed into them, and has set down at the right hand of power, waiting for the time when His enemies will be made His footstool.

My soul, triumph because of Him! For His triumph is yours, and Your sins were His!  No cause, no room for unbelief! He has all things under His feet, and his head is over all things to the Church (Ephesians 1:22).

Lord Jesus! I thank you for my security in You, and for Your word of promise, “Behold, I come quickly” (Revelation 3:11, 22:7,12,20) Soon I will sit down with all my gathered brethren, at the marriage supper of the Lamb.  Already I know in part what I then will be; You can bear witness, O my soul,that Jesus your beloved is mindful of you. The heavens have received Him out of your sight; yet he can as it were, make windows in the wall of separation, and show Himself through the lattice.

Your absent beloved One, O my soul, you see, Him who is invisible you see, the Comforter brings to remembrance the words of Jesus! The sight of Him your Lord and Friend and Brother, how precious! Filling the heart with holy admiration and joy unspeakable.  How glorious is He at the Father’s right hand! He had right by creation to be Lord of all; now he rules by a more excellent title, Immanuel, Head of the New Creation, King of Righteousness, the Lamb of God, the King of Peace.

He is the glory and the delight of the Father, and He rejoices daily with the Father, in Him and before Him! His Spirit, which He has without measure, anoints me, and I sit down in heavenly places, knowing that I am, with all saints, blessed with all spiritual blessings (Ephesians 1:3), in Christ exalted! With Him I am crucified, and with Him risen! Who will cast me down from this seat of mine with Christ? But, Lord, doesn’t fleshly boasting spoil me of my armor; let me be sober, and wisely consider why it is that my Beloved has shown me His glory.

You would by Your smile win my heart, and have the flower of my affections. Jesus would remind you, do not forget it, my soul, that to Him you are forever spoken for! Do not let idols, then, defile you, but keep yourself pure for Him, be only for Him, and not for another; wake up and be doing, fight the good fight of faith (1st Timothy 6:12), His compassion fails not, and He is swift to help!

While I don’t decline the battle, O my Lord, my heart longs for you!  And this well pleases You.  My soul desires Your glorious appearing, and would see You face to face; and now to me to live is Christ, to die is gain (Philippians 1:21).  But, Lord, Your first fruits cause me to long and thirst.  I do not count myself to have apprehended.  Hear, then, my prayer: fill me with the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of You (Ephesians 1:17)! Let Your word be as the window where You will show Yourself; then let my soul grow in sweet fellowship with You, and know more Your beauty and glory.

 


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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. 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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