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经文: 遇见我心所爱的，我拉住祂，不容祂走。（雅歌三：4）
当我们来到基督面前，祂是否接纳我们，并且不顾我们过去所有的罪恶？祂是否因为我们先去寻求其它避难所而谴责我们？在世上有任何一人像祂？祂是否是所有人中最佳最美的？哦，让我们来赞美祂吧！耶路撒冷的民哪，击鼓弹琴歌颂祂！抛弃你所有的偶像，高举主耶稣的圣名！将属世的骄傲践踏于脚下，将世人所反对并轻视的十字架高举起来，让我们的王永居高位。让我的灵静坐在祂的脚旁，亲吻祂的双脚，并以我的眼泪洗净。哦，宝贵的基督！祂是如此丰满、如此富足、如此满足人心，我还要向何处去寻找喜乐和安慰？信徒阿，与你的心立约，永不离开祂！恳求祂保守你如同祂指头上的戒指和手臂上的镯子。求祂将你系在身上如同新娘以珠宝装饰她自己。我只求活在基督心中。我灵将永远居住在那磐石的缝隙中。“万军之耶和华，我的王、我的上帝阿，在祢祭坛那里，麻雀为自己找着房屋，燕子为自己找着菢雏之窝。”（诗八十四：3）主啊，我也渴望在祢里面找到居所。但愿祢的斑鸩的心不再四处游荡，能在祢的身旁筑巢。耶稣啊，祢是我真正的、唯一的安息！
Evening, September 29
Scripture: “I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go.”(Song of Solomon 3:4)
Does Christ receive us when we come to him, notwithstanding all our past sinfulness? Does he never chide us for having tried all other refuges first? And is there none on earth like him? Is he the best of all the good, the fairest of all the fair? Oh, then let us praise him! Daughters of Jerusalem, extol him with timbrel and harp! Down with your idols, up with the Lord Jesus. Now let the standards of pomp and pride be trampled under foot, but let the cross of Jesus, which the world frowns and scoffs at, be lifted on high. O for a throne of ivory for our King Solomon! Let him be set on high for ever, and let my soul sit at his footstool, and kiss his feet, and wash them with my tears. Oh, how precious is Christ! How can it be that I have thought so little of him? How is it I can go abroad for joy or comfort when he is so full, so rich, so satisfying. Fellow believer, make a covenant with thine heart that thou wilt never depart from him, and ask thy Lord to ratify it. Bid him set thee as a signet upon his finger, and as a bracelet upon his arm. Ask him to bind thee about him, as the bride decketh herself with ornaments, and as the bridegroom putteth on his jewels. I would live in Christ’s heart; in the clefts of that rock my soul would eternally abide. The sparrow hath made a house, and the swallow a nest for herself where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God; and so too would I make my nest, my home, in thee, and never from thee may the soul of thy turtle dove go forth again, but may I nestle close to thee, O Jesus, my true and only rest.
“When my precious Lord I find,
All my ardent passions glow;
Him with cords of love I bind,
Hold and will not let him go.”