“How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices! Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.”- Song of Songs 4:10-11

This is Jesus speaking to His Church. How when the Church praises Jesus, you do not wonder, for He deserves all she can say of Him, and ten thousand times more. When she uses such large expressions concerning His loveliness, you feel that she falls far short of her mighty theme; that she does but demean Him by her comparisons, for she can but compare the greater with the less, and the beautiful and the eternal, with that which is mutable and transient. But to hear Christ turn round upon His Church, and seem to say to her “Thou hast praised Me, I will praise thee; thou thinkest much of Me, I think quite as much of thee; thou usest great expressions to Me, I will use just the same to thee. Thou sayest My love is better than wine, so is thine to Me; thou tellest Me all My garments smell of myrrh, so do thine; thou sayest My word is sweeter than honey to thy lips, so is thine to Mine. All that thou canst say of Me, I say it to thee; I see Myself in thy eyes, I can see My own beauty in thee; and whatever belongs to Me, belongs to thee. Therefore, O My love, I will sing back the song: thou hast sung it to thy Beloved, and I will sing it to My beloved, thou hast sung it to thy Ishi, I will sing it to My Hephzibah, thou hast sung it to thy Husband, I will sing it to My sister, My spouse.” Note how sweetly the Lord Jesus sings to His spouse…Dost thou love God, my hearer? Dost thou love Jesus? The love of the believer is sweet to Christ. ~ C.H. Spurgeon

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