Spurgeon's Song of Song Survey
Song of Songs – A Sermon for Spring
A Sermon for Spring
Song of Solomon 2:10-13
Pastor’s Opening
THE things which are seen are types of the things which are not seen. The works of creation are pictures to the children of God of the secret mysteries of grace. God’s truths are the apples of gold, and the visible creatures are the baskets of silver. The very seasons of the year find their parallel in the little world of man within. We have our winter – dreary howling winter, – when the north wind of the law rusheth forth against us, when every hope is nipped, when all the seeds of joy lie buried beneath the dark clods of despair, when our soul is fast fettered like a river bound with ice, without waves of joy, or flowings of thanksgiving. Thanks be unto God, the soft south wind breathes upon our soul…
Scripture Verse(s)
Solomon’s Song 2:10-13
“ My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come
away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on
the earth ; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; the fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.”
Keys to the Verse
Speaker:
Bride/Believer
My Beloved:
Bridegroom/Jesus Christ
The Flowers:
Converts/Elect
The Fig Tree/Grape:
First Fruits of Season
Birds Singing:
Angelic Songs
Voice of the Turtle:
calm, peaceful, and quiet
Pastor’s Main Theme(s)
I. First, with regard to THE UNIVERSAL CHURCH OF CHRIST.
II. Methinks the text has a very SPECIAL VOICE TO US AS A CHURCH.
III. When the time of the bridal of the soul has arrived to each convinced sinner, then also there are special duties.
IV. But in the next place our text deserves to be used in another light. It may be that you and I have had winters of dark trouble, succeeded by soft springs of deliverance.
V. And now, last of all, the time is coming to us all, when we shall lie upon our dying beds. Oh, long-expected day, hasten and come! The best thing a Christian can do is to die and be with Christ which is far better.
Poem of Exhortation:
“ Rise up, my love, my fair one ; come away,
Soar on the wings of thy victorious faith
Above the realms of darkness and of sin!”
