My beloved. Song of Solomon chapter 2 verse 8. This was a golden name which the ancient church in her most joyous moments was wont to give the anointed of the Lord.

When the time of the singing of birds was come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in her land, Her love-note was sweeter than either, As she sang, My beloved is mine, and I am his, He feedeth among the lilies. Ever in her song of songs Does she call him by that delightful name, My beloved.

Even in the long winter, when idolatry had withered the garden of the Lord, her prophets found space to lay aside the burden of the Lord for a little season, and to say, as Esaias did, Now will I sing to my well-beloved. a song of my beloved, touching his vineyard.

Though the saints had never seen his face, though as yet he was not made flesh, nor had dwelt among us, nor had man beheld his glory, yet he was the consolation of Israel, the hope and the joy of all the chosen, the beloved of all those who were upright before the Most High.

We, in the summer days of the church, are also want to speak of Christ as the best beloved of our soul, and to feel that he is very precious, the cheapest among ten thousand, and the altogether lovely.

So true is it that the church loves Jesus and claims him as her beloved that the Apostle dares to defy the whole universe to separate her from the love of Christ and declares that neither persecutions, distress, affliction, peril, or the sword have been able to do it.

Nay, he joyously boasts, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him that loved us.

Oh, that we knew more of Thee, Thou ever-precious One! My sole possession is Thy love in earth beneath or heaven above. I have no other store, and though with fervent suit I pray and importune Thee day by day, I ask Thee nothing more.