Greetings sis Reis, et al;
It is illustrative of the LORD's love for HIS people and HIS
patience with them in their weakness and infirmities, that HE would be
pleased to receive their praise. In contemplating this verse and mr
Hawker's comments my mind was drawn to think on a hymn by Isaac Watts.
Most especially the thought which is set forth in verse six. HE is
"_pleased to smell our poor perfumes_."
1 We are a garden walled around,
Chosen and made peculiar ground;
A little spot enclosed by grace,
Out of the world’s wide wilderness.
2 Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand,
Planted by God the Father’s hand;
And all his springs in Zion flow
To make the young plantation grow.
3 Awake, O heavenly wind, and come,
Blow on this garden of perfume;
Spirit divine, descend and breathe
A gracious gale on plants beneath.
4 Make our best spices flow abroad,
To entertain our Saviour, God;
And faith, and love, and joy appear,
And every grace be active here.
5 [Let my Beloved come and taste
His pleasant fruits at his own feast.
“I come, my spouse, I come,” he cries,
With love and pleasure in his eyes.]
6 _[Our Lord into his garden comes,__
__ Well pleased to smell our poor perfumes;__
__ And calls us to a feast divine,__
__ Sweeter than honey, milk, or wine:_
7 “Eat of the tree of life, my friends;
The blessings that my Father sends;
Your taste shall all my dainties prove,
And drink abundance of my love.”]
8 [Jesus, we will frequent thy board,
And sing the bounties of our Lord;
But the rich food on which we live
Demands more praise than tongue can give.]
Blessings, mike
On 11/30/2021 1:01 PM, Soraya Reis wrote:
*"Praise waiteth for thee, Oh God, in Zion." Psalm 65:1*
*Is this the language of my heart? Am I indeed waiting until that Jesus be ready to receive my poor praise? Hath God the Holy Ghost prepared my heart? Oh then, hasten to him, my soul, with thy morning offerings, poor as they are; for sure I am, Jesus is waiting to be gracious. God will accept both thee and thy offering in him the Beloved. Go forth to meet him as early and as often as thine heart can wish: depend upon it, thy Redeemer will be beforehand with thee, and is waiting thy coming. Neither thy praise nor thy prayer can outrun his love; for both are the blessed effects of his grace, and of his own quickenings. Precious Jesus, grant me to come as often as I need thee. And, Lord, if thou wilt grant me this blessing, I shall never be from thee, for I need thee every moment.*
*Robert Hawker (1753-1827) ***
