Song of Solomon 8:13

""Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to
       thy voice: cause me to hear it."" 
              — Song of Solomon 8:13

My sweet Lord Jesus remembers well the garden of Gethsemane, and
although he has left that garden, he now dwells in the garden of his
church: there he unbosoms himself to those who keep his blessed
company. That voice of love with which he speaks to his beloved is more
musical than the harps of heaven. There is a depth of melodious love
within it which leaves all human music far behind. Ten of thousands on
earth, and millions above, are indulged with its harmonious accents.
Some whom I well know, and whom I greatly envy, are at this moment
hearkening to the beloved voice. O that I were a partaker of their
joys! It is true some of these are poor, others bedridden, and some
near the gates of death, but O my Lord, I would cheerfully starve with
them, pine with them, or die with them, if I might but hear thy voice.
Once I did hear it often, but I have grieved thy Spirit. Return unto me
in compassion, and once again say unto me, ""I am thy salvation."" No
other voice can content me; I know thy voice, and cannot be deceived by
another, let me hear it, I pray thee. I know not what thou wilt say,
neither do I make any condition, O my Beloved, do but let me hear thee
speak, and if it be a rebuke I will bless thee for it. Perhaps to
cleanse my dull ear may need an operation very grievous to the flesh,
but let it cost what it may I turn not from the one consuming desire,
cause me to hear thy voice. Bore my ear afresh; pierce my ear with thy
harshest notes, only do not permit me to continue deaf to thy calls.
To-night, Lord, grant thine unworthy one his desire, for I am thine,
and thou hast bought me with thy blood. Thou hast opened mine eye to
see thee, and the sight has saved me. Lord, open thou mine ear. I have
read thy heart, now let me hear thy lips.

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