My beloved. Song of Solomon 2:8
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When the time of the singing of birds was come, and the voice of the turtle was heard in her land, her love-note was sweeter than either, as she sang, “My beloved is mine and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.”
Ever in her song of songs doth she call him by that delightful name, “My beloved!”
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Even in the long winter, when idolatry had withered the garden of the Lord,
her prophets found space to lay aside the burden of the Lord for a little season, and to say, as Esaias did, “Now will I sing to my well-beloved a song of my beloved touching his vineyard.”
Though the saints had never seen His face,
though as yet He was not made flesh,
nor had dwelt among us,
nor had man beheld His glory,
yet he was the consolation of Israel, the hope and joy of all the chosen, the “beloved” of all those who were upright before the Most High.
*So true is it that the Church loves Jesus, and claims Him as her
beloved, that the apostle dares to defy the whole universe to separate her from the love of Christ, and declares that neither persecutions, distress, affliction, peril, or the sword have been able to do it; nay, he joyously boasts, “In all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.”
Charles Spurgeon
