For the Lord shall comfort Zion: He will comfort all her waste places; and He will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord; joy and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of melody. – Isaiah 51:3

It is habitual with some persons to spy out the dark side of every question or fact: they fix their eyes upon the “waste places,” and they study them till they know every ruin, and are familiar with the dragons and the owls. They sigh most dolorously that the former times were better than these, and that we have fallen upon most degenerate days. They speak of “shooting Niagara,” and of all sorts of frightful things. I am afraid that a measure of this tendency to write bitter things dwells in almost all of us at this present season, for certain discouraging facts which cannot be ignored are pressing heavily upon men’s spirits. The habit of looking continually towards the wildernesses is injurious because it greatly discourages; and anything that discourages an earnest worker is a serious leakage for his strength. Perhaps a worse result than honest discouragement comes of depressing views, for they often afford an apology for indifference and inaction. The smallest peg suffices to hang an excuse upon when we are anxious to escape from the stern service of faith. “I pray thee have me excused,” is a request which was supported in the parable by the flimsiest of pretenses, and discouragement makes one of the same sort. The sluggard’s argument is on this wise,-“I will not attempt the work, for it is far too heavy for my poor strength. I fear the times are ill adapted to any special effort; indeed, I am not quite certain that success will ever attend the general work.” It is therefore a dreadful thing when the Christian church begins to be discouraged, and means must be used to stay the evil. Such means we would use this day. Lo, we lift the standard of the divine promise. “Comfort ye, comfort ye, My people,” sounds out like a silver trumpet in the front of the host. Be encouraged, O ye of the faint heart; there are no more difficulties now than there were of old. The cause is no more in jeopardy than it was a thousand years ago. The result, the end, the consummation of all things is absolutely certain: it is in His hand who cannot fail, therefore be of good courage, and in waiting upon the Lord renew your strength. ~ C.H. Spurgeon

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…the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. – Song of Songs 4:11

You men of business, you need not think that when you are measuring your ribbons, or weighing out your pounds of sugar, or when you are selling, or buying, or going to market, and such like, that you cannot be serving Christ. Why a builder can serve Christ in putting his bricks together, and you can serve Christ in whatever you are called to do with your hands, if you do it as unto the Lord, and not unto men…You can say of every article you sell, and of everything you do, “I turned that out of my hands in such a manner that it shall defy competition. The man has got his money’s worth; he cannot say I am a rogue or a cheat. There are tricks in many trades, but I will not have anything to do with them; many get money fast by adulteration in trade, but I will not do it, I would sooner be poor than do it.” Why, the world says, “there is a sermon in that grocer’s window-look, you don’t see him telling lies to puff his goods: there is a sermon there.” …Upon all the actions of your daily life the Lord Jesus looks down from heaven and says, “The smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.” I know you can hardly believe that Jesus Christ takes notice of such little things as that, but He does. You say, “Oh, but they are too trifling.” But don’t you know, the God that wings an angel guides a sparrow? Don’t you know “the very hairs of your head are all numbered?” God not only winds the whirlwind, and gives an edge to the lightning flash, but He guides the chaff from the hand of the winnower, and steers the grain of dust in the evening gale. Do not think anything too little for you. He observes the mighty orbs as they whirl through space, but He notices you too, as you go about your business. And those little cups of cold water you give to His people-those little services you do for His church, those self-denials that you make for His honor, and those conscientious scruples which you foster, and which will not allow you to act as the world acts, all these He observes, and He says, “The smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.” ~ C.H. Spurgeon

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“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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