The horticulture of the heart!
(Alexander Smellie, "The Secret Place" 1907)
MY treasure, MY bride!"
Song of Songs 4:12
"My Beloved has gone down
to HIS garden, to the beds of
spices, to feed in the gardens
to HIS garden, to the beds of
spices, to feed in the gardens
and to gather lilies."
Song of Songs 6:2
Song of Songs 6:2
I pray that in my heart and life,
GOD Almighty may find a garden
of HIS own planting, where HE can
talk with me in the cool of the day.
Let my "winter of adversity" grow
submissiveness and patience
and prayer.
Let my my "spring of promise"
abound in hope.
Let my my "summer of attainment"
show the blossoms of thanksgiving
and humility.
Let my my "autumn of fruit" be
dedicated to GOD'S glory
and praise.
I would acquire skill in the horticulture
of the heart . . .
by meditating much in HIS Book,
by sincere communing with HIMSELF,
by keeping company with my Master's friends,
and by kissing HIS chastening rod.
I must reverence GOD'S hedges:
the restraints of HIS providence,
the warnings of HIS Word,
the bounds imposed by an
enlightened conscience,
the forbiddings of the HOLY SPIRIT.
I must have no wish for the profane
wasteland outside.
If the garden of the soul is to
maintain beauty and fragrance--
must not the waters of my spiritual
life be constantly renewed?
Must I not return daily to the Well
from which the living streams
flow ever forth?
There should be no weeds in
the garden of a regenerated life.
May the LORD the SPIRIT fill me
to overflowing, that my holiness may
be spontaneous, enthusiastic, exuberant--
not fettered and checked by the weeds of sin.
So I shall walk in peace and pleasantness;
and in the garden GOD will talk with me.
GOD Almighty may find a garden
of HIS own planting, where HE can
talk with me in the cool of the day.
Let my "winter of adversity" grow
submissiveness and patience
and prayer.
Let my my "spring of promise"
abound in hope.
Let my my "summer of attainment"
show the blossoms of thanksgiving
and humility.
Let my my "autumn of fruit" be
dedicated to GOD'S glory
and praise.
I would acquire skill in the horticulture
of the heart . . .
by meditating much in HIS Book,
by sincere communing with HIMSELF,
by keeping company with my Master's friends,
and by kissing HIS chastening rod.
I must reverence GOD'S hedges:
the restraints of HIS providence,
the warnings of HIS Word,
the bounds imposed by an
enlightened conscience,
the forbiddings of the HOLY SPIRIT.
I must have no wish for the profane
wasteland outside.
If the garden of the soul is to
maintain beauty and fragrance--
must not the waters of my spiritual
life be constantly renewed?
Must I not return daily to the Well
from which the living streams
flow ever forth?
There should be no weeds in
the garden of a regenerated life.
May the LORD the SPIRIT fill me
to overflowing, that my holiness may
be spontaneous, enthusiastic, exuberant--
not fettered and checked by the weeds of sin.
So I shall walk in peace and pleasantness;
and in the garden GOD will talk with me.
the soft south wind may blow upon my
garden, that its spices may flow out in
abundance for YOU in whom my soul
delights. Let my Beloved come into HIS
garden and eat its choicest fruits!"
Song of Songs 4:16
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