LOVE

From the Country Parson

By

George Herbert

 

 

 

Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,

Guilty of dust and sin.

But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack

From my first entrance in,

Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,

If I lack’d anything.

 

A guest, I answer’d, worthy to be here:

Love said, you shall be he.

I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,

I cannot look on thee.

Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,

Who made the eyes but I?

 

Truth Lord, but I have marr’d them: let my shame

Go where it doth deserve.

And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?

My dear, then I will serve.

You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:

So I did sit and eat.

Love and Rest in God

My Dear LORD,

I depend wholly upon thee,

wean me from all other dependences.

Thou art my all, thou dost overrule all and delight in me.

Thou art the foundation of goodness,

how can I distrust thee?

how be anxious about what happens to me?

In the light of thy preciousness

the world and all its enjoyments are infinitely poor:

I value the favour of men no more than pebbles.

Amid the blessings I receive from thee

may I never lose the heart of a stranger.

May I love thee, my benefactor, in all my benefits,

not forgetting that my greatest danger

arises from my advantages.

Produce in me self-despair that will make Jesus precious to me,

delightful in all his offices,

pleasurable in all his ways,

and may I love his commands as well as his promises.

Help me to discern between true and false love,

the one consisting of supreme love to thee, the other not,

the former uniting thy glory and man’s happiness

that they may become one common interest,

the latter disjointing and separating them both,

seeking the latter with neglect of the former.

Teach me that genuine love is different in kind

from that wrought by rational arguments or the motive of self-interest,

that such love is a pleasing passion affording the joy to the mind where it is.

Grant me grace to distinguish between the genuine and the false,

and to rest in thee who art all love.

My Love…

And God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good. Solomon writes in the Songs 4:1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you are beautiful!
 
I want to share this glorious experience of joy, peace, and love that I felt reading John Bunyans Grace Abounding.. reflecting on a sermon these words singing through his head  “behold, thou art fair, my love; behold thou art fair” these two words, “my love” the chief subject matter of the message. .. Christ’s love continues when under temptation and desertion.
 
If it is so that the saved soul is Christ’s love even when under temptation and desertion, then, poor tempted soul, when you are assaulted and afflicted with temptations and the hiding of His face, think on these two words, ‘ my love’, still.
 
Whilst driving home these two words came again, and i said in my heart, What will I get by thinking on these two words?  No soon as the moments passed my heart began to warm “you are My love, you are My love” yet these words grew stronger and stonger and warmer and warmer I began to look up.
 
Yet between hope and fear, I still replied in my heart, “but is it true? Is it true? To which, that sentence fell upon me, “He.. wist not that it was true which was done by the angel” Acts 12:9
 
Then I began to give place to the word, which with power did over and over make this joyful sound within my soul, “You are My love, you are My love, and nothing will seperate you from My love.” And with that my heart was filled full of comfort and hope, and now I could believe that my sins would be forgiven me. Yes, I was now so taken with the love and mercy of God, that I remember I could not tell how to contain myself until I got home.
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