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. 2:16

By Robert C. Chapman


“My beloved is mine, and I am His: He feeds among the lilies.” (Song of Solomon 2:16)


How large your pasture, O my soul! Fair and pleasant! In Him all fullness dwells! Immanuel is the express image of the Father, the brightness of His glory: Jesus’ name, how excellent!

The heavens and the earth are the work of His hands: They all will grow old as a garment; as a piece of clothing He will fold them up; and they will be changed by a ward of His power at the last day.

He Himself is the same, and His years have no end! This glorious One, this treasure infinite, is mine by title everlasting! My Lord, the Lamb of God, has bound me to Himself in everlasting bonds! He delights in me: His church is His garden of lilies, where my beloved continually resorts.  It pleased Him to set His heart upon me! When will You manifest Yourself to me! I know You are mine! You are my Beloved, Holy One! Eternal Almighty One! My portion!  O give me to see You, to be filled with the knowledge of you, obedience to You, worship of You, delight in You: these fruits of Your Spirit will be sweet to Your taste, a banquet to my glorious Lord.


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R.C. Chapman’s S.O.S. 2:14

By R.C. Chapman


“O my dove, that is in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is comely.” (Song of Solomon 2:14)

Does it make you moan, O my soul, complaining, that, while Jesus calls you His dove, you are still so much like the beast of the forest, the men of this world; who, like their father, Satan, are full of pride, envy, self-will, discontent, and coveting?  These things, to your grief, hurry you away from Jesus; and so fickle are you, so movable your ways, that when He banquets you with his smile, then you are most close to forsaking Him!  O what dirtiness is in you!  Dirtiness on you!  Yet do not be cast down, O my soul; neither be anxious within me; for, listen!  The voice of your Beloved!  Though in your own eyes some fierce wolf or filthy swine, your Lord calls you His dove! And He will never take away His Holy Spirit from you.  Do not think because He will prove you with truth, and open to you the secret chambers of your heart, that He will, therefore, cast you off.  He hates putting away; He bids you to call to mind the safety in the clefts of the rock.

I charge you, do not dishonor Him by unbelief, as though He were capable of change! Behold the mountains, they may depart; and the hills, they may be removed that seem to stand fast for ever, showing defiance to the power of earthquake  and tempest, yes, even of time itself! But Jesus!  He is the mighty God, and His kindness will not depart from you.  He is Alpha, Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the ending.  His name is I am!  Behold your Rock, smitten by the hand of God the Father, from Whom gushed out the waters.  Of these waters drink forever, O my soul!  The wounds of Jesus are your everlasting life.  The blind world didn’t know your access within the holiest of all, for they didn’t come to the blood of sprinkling: but, O do not be unmindful of your high calling!  Jesus Himself invites you!  He does not delight only in the songs above, those who see Him face to face: He would have you humbly bold to speak with Him, who says, “Let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is comely.”


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R.C. Chapman’s S.O.S. 2:13

By R.C. Chapman

“The fig tree putts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.  Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.” (Song of Solomon 2:13)


My soul, how watchful is Jesus to mark any good thing in you! Whatever your growth in the knowledge of Him, be it much or little, whether He sees you as a fruitful branch heavily loaded with full ripe fruit, or a corn waiting for the sickle, or whether as yet there is nothing much to maturity, the work is the work of His own hands! He esteems it precious beyond heaven and earth!

“The king’s daughter,” says He, “is all glorious within”. (Psalm 45:13) She is created anew in Christ Jesus, whose image within her is the workmanship of the Holy Spirit of God.  She sees herself comely, by the comeliness the Spirit has put on her; yet black, because of sin that dwells in her.

The eyes of her King and Husband, meanwhile, are fixed upon her beauty, and He says, in the gladness of His heart, “You are all fair, my love!”. (Song of Solomon 4:7)  He labors to cheer her by His praises and admiration of His good work within her.

Lord Jesus! You have bowels of compassion never failing; You say, “As one whom his mother comforts, so I will comfort you”. (Isaiah 66:13) Upon the weak, the young, and the tender, You, like some nursing mother, give Your gentlest care!

Your lambs, Shepherd of the sheep, You gather them in Your arms; Your fainting, halting ones, You carry next to your heart: and You would have them to know, that all their sighing after You is sweet to Your ear; their groaning is not hid from You, and all their desire is before You! When their heart by power of Your Spirit is full of zeal and love, You smile graciously, with infinite humbling of yourself, I found no city to live in, I wandered in the wilderness in a solitary way.

In the good and set time You spoke to me, saying, “This is the rest where you may cause the weary to rest, and this is the refreshing”. (Isaiah 28:12) And how sweet are Your words: “Son, be of good cheer, your sins are forgiven you”. (Matthew 9:2) How precious in the sight of the Lamb of God!  And How how glorious the robe of righteousness, hiding all my sin and pollution from the holy eyes of my Judge!

Then the lame man leaped as a deer, and the tongue of those who could not speak sang.  In Jesus crucified, in You, my Lord, my soul found rest, and in the heart of Your love.

It is true, I still have griefs, and tears still stand in my eyes; but, Lord, I love my griefs and welcome my tears: for now I know You, my Brother born for adversity!  And when, Oh,  when are You so near, as when Your tender heart takes part in Your peoples’ sorrow! Nor would I trade my bitter cup (which my Lord’s love makes so sweet) for a world of carnal joys.

If I did not know You, I would have no place of rest for my soul; my every cistern proven broken.  I’d have no faithful Friend such as You, almighty, all wise, unchangeable, to soothe my grief and bear my burden.  But in all that dismal path I now see Your hand! I was under the curse, but your truth has made me free. (John 8:32) The winter is past, for I am in Christ Jesus: walking no longer after the flesh, but after the Spirit, the rain is over and gone.

I don’t grieve as I once did, for You show me Your hands and feet! You make me that I don’t mourn with terrors and hopeless sorrow, but for You whom I pierced, and for sin which made for You Your crown of thorns! I am troubled in the troubles of my brothers, and because of the transgressions of the wicked.  Moreover, I ponder ; (Isaiah 25:9) and You will say to Zion,”Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away”. (Song of Solomon 2:10) How Long, Lord? You will hasten in in Your time.


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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. 2:10

By R.C. Chapman


“My Beloved Spoke, and said to me: Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.” (Song of Solomon 2:10)

Don’t you hear, my soul, the voice of Jesus, the voice of the Beloved! He is able to speak in thunder, His word can shake heaven and earth; and can you despise His gentleness, His tender tones of love and grace?  Fie upon you, sluggish soul! What hinders you from rising up at His call, upon eagles’ wings of faith and hope? Are you hindered with much serving? Are idols of clay set up within you, Where you should be for your Beloved, and for Him alone?

If your heart is now divided and cold, consider the heart of Jesus toward you! It is full of the love he had for you before the world’s foundation, when he rejoiced in His Church, and His “delights were with the sons of men” (Proverbs 8:31).  He is the same Jesus who took your place and died for you on the tree! What a heart of mercy is His! What yearnings of His heart over you! What pity and countless number of displays of compassion!

Can you defile His temple with idols?  He sees you as all fair! He found you foul and made you clean by His own blood! He presents you to Himself without spot, or wrinkle, or blemish, or any such thing.

Let such love, of thy glorious Immanuel, your God, and your Brother; let such love stir and awaken you; fill you with repentance and self-loathing! Go, humble yourself to your Friend, and make sure the communion of His love.  “My love, my fair one;” so speaks my Lord Jesus to you.  Do not doubt it.  O, my soul! Know, it is your cunning enemy that whispers in your ear suspicions of your Lord.  The liar would cause you to become feeble in faith, that he may poison the spring of your peace, joy, and love.  But I will confound your unbelief! I tell you, Jesus, your “breaker”, has gone up before! He is risen, and in triumph ascended; your head and your Forerunner.  Flee to the blood of sprinkling with all your pollution! Take yourself to Him; and He will surely wash you, bind up your wounds, pour in the oil and wine, and cause you to rest in His love, and by faith to live together with Him in the heart of the Father.


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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. 2.8

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.

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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