garden, spice, honeycomb, honey, wine and milk

I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

Pure myrrh and cinnamon,

Calamus and cassia—

These are Thy elements,

Jesus my Lord!

In olive oil they’re blent

In wondrous measurement—

O what an ointment this,

Anointing us!

Four-in-one mingled,

Compounded Spirit,

Sweet with Christ‘s suffering death,

Full of the fragrance

Of resurrection—

O what an ointment flows

In spirit, Lord!

Stacte and onycha,

Galbanum and frankincense—

These are Thy elements,

Jesus my Lord!

Stacte doth sons produce,

Onycha from sin doth loose,

Galbanum all death repels,

In spirit, Lord.

Equal proportion,

In resurrection;

Seasoned with salt are they.

Ground into powder fine,

Consumed with fire divine—

O what an incense this,

Jesus my Lord!

Ointment is Christ for us,

Exceeding glorious!

Incense is Christ for God,

Wholly for Him.

Ointment flows down to us,

Christ is our portion thus;

Incense ascends to God,

Fragrant to Him.

‘Tis by th’ anointing

Christ we experience

And then the incense burn.

Christ in our prayer and praise—

O what a Christ we raise

From our experience,

Precious to God.

The law of the LORD is perfect, converting the soul: the testimony of the LORD is sure, making wise the simple.
The statutes of the LORD are right, rejoicing the heart: the commandment of the LORD is pure, enlightening the eyes.
The fear of the LORD is clean, enduring for ever: the judgments of the LORD are true and righteous altogether.
More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.
Moreover by them is thy servant warned: and in keeping of them there is great reward.

For the bread and for the wine,

For the pledge that seals Him mine,

For the words of love divine,

We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

Only bread and only wine,

Yet to faith, the solemn sign

Of the heav’nly and divine!

We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

For the words that turn our eye

To the cross of Calvary,

Bidding us in faith draw nigh,

We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

For the words that fragrance breathe

These plain symbols underneath,

Words that His own peace bequeath,

We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

For Thy words in Spirit, shown,

For Thy will to us made known,

“Do ye this until I come,”

We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

Till He come we take the bread,

Type of Him on whom we feed,

Him who liveth and was dead!

We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

Till He come we take the cup;

As we at His table sup,

Eye and heart are lifted up!

We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

For that coming, here foreshown,

For that day to man unknown,

For the glory and the throne,

We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

Desire the sincere milk of the word – The pure milk of the word. On the meaning of the word “sincere,” see the notes at Ephesians 6:24. The Greek word here (ἄδολον adolon) means, properly, that which is without guile or falsehood; then unadulterated, pure, genuine. The Greek adjective rendered “of the word,” (λογικὸν logikon,) means properly rational, pertaining to reason, or mind; and, in the connection here with milk, means that which is adapted to sustain the soul. Compare the notes at Romans 12:1. There is no doubt that there is allusion to the gospel in its purest and most simple form, as adapted to be the nutriment of the new-born soul. Probably there are two ideas here; one, that the proper aliment of piety is simple truth; the other, that the truths which they were to desire were the more elementary truths of the gospel, such as would be adapted to those who were babes in knowledge.

That ye may grow thereby – As babes grow on their proper nutriment. Piety in the heart is susceptible of growth, and is made to grow by its proper aliment, as a plant or a child is, and will grow in proportion as it has the proper kind of nutriment. From this verse we may see:

(1) the reason of the injunction of the Saviour to Peter, to “feed his lambs,” John 21:15; 1 Peter 2:1-2. Young Christians strongly resemble children, babies; and they need watchful care, and kind attention, and appropriate aliment, as much as new-born infants do. Piety receives its form much from its commencement and the character of the whole Christian life will be determined in a great degree by the views entertained at first, and the kind of instruction which is given to those who are just entering on their Christian course. We may also see,

(2) that it furnishes evidence of conversion, if we have a love for the simple and pure truths of the gospel. It is evidence that we have spiritual life, as really as the desire of appropriate nourishment is evidence that an infant has natural life. The new-born soul loves the truth. It is nourished by it. It perishes without it. The gospel is just what it wants; and without that it could not live. We may also learn from this verse,

(3) that the truths of the gospel which are best adapted to that state, are those which are simple and plain. Compare Hebrews 5:12-14. It is not philosophy that is needed then; it is not the profound and difficult doctrines of the gospel; it is those elementary truths which lie at the foundation of all religion, and which can be comprehended by children. Religion makes everyone docile and humble as a child; and whatever may be the age at which one is converted, or whatever attainments he may have made in science, he relishes the same truths which are loved by the youngest and most unlettered child that is brought into the kingdom of God.

Great metaphors to describe different places, tastes, desires, needs and strength.  Wonder where you are at today?
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  1. In the garden is one of my favorite hymns… great post!

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