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Morning and Evening
For the morning of April 25th
by Charles H. Spurgeon
"Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away." --Song of Solomon 2:10
Lo, I hear the voice of my Beloved! He speaks to me! Fair weather is smiling upon the face of the earth, and He would nothave me spiritually asleep while nature is all around me awakingfrom her winter's rest. He bids me "Rise up," and well He may,for I have long enough been lying among the pots of worldliness.He is risen, I am risen in Him, why then should I cleave untothe dust? From lower loves, desires, pursuits, and aspirations,I would rise towards Him. He calls me by the sweet title of "Mylove," and counts me fair; this is a good argument for myrising. If He has thus exalted me, and thinks me thus comely,how can I linger in the tents of Kedar and find congenialassociates among the sons of men? He bids me "Come away."Further and further from everything selfish, grovelling,worldly, sinful, He calls me; yea, from the outwardly religiousworld which knows Him not, and has no sympathy with the mysteryof the higher life, He calls me. "Come away" has no harsh soundin it to my ear, for what is there to hold me in this wildernessof vanity and sin? O my Lord, would that I could come away, butI am taken among the thorns, and cannot escape from them as Iwould. I would, if it were possible, have neither eyes, norears, nor heart for sin. Thou callest me to Thyself by saying"Come away," and this is a melodious call indeed. To come toThee is to come home from exile, to come to land out of theraging storm, to come to rest after long labour, to come to thegoal of my desires and the summit of my wishes. But Lord, howcan a stone rise, how can a lump of clay come away from thehorrible pit? O raise me, draw me. Thy grace can do it. Sendforth Thy Holy Spirit to kindle sacred flames of love in myheart, and I will continue to rise until I leave life and timebehind me, and indeed come away.
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