Let My Beloved Come Into His Garden

Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits. (Song of Solomon 4:16)

In this chapter, our Lord Jesus is describing the beauty of His bride. He tells her that her garden is sweet to His smell and her fountain is sealed and unpolluted. He speaks of her purity and beauty which pictures to us the righteousness and glory of His church.

The people of God are not righteous in ourselves. We are not perfect by our merits or obedience. Our holiness is not a product of our nature; nor do we become more holy by our obedience to the law. The righteousness of the saints is a product of the obedience of Jesus Christ alone. The elect are made holy by Jesus Christ who alone has satisfied the justice of God by His blood offering on the tree.

Therefore in our text, we see the response and desire of every child of God. “Awake O north wind; and come, thou south.” The north wind brings the cold winter wind while the south brings the warm air of spring. Thus the believer boldly cries, “come either winter wind of trails or warm spring breeze of comfort.” Whatsoever our God has purposed in providence, let it come so that the Spirit of God may blow upon my “garden.”

Believer, behold that the design of God in providence is to blow upon the garden that Christ has planted. It is the trial of our faith that yields patience. It is the warm air of grace that manifests the Love of Christ to our hearts.

Our cry, in joy or pain, in sorrow or peace, is “Let the beloved come into His garden and eat his pleasant fruits.” May the Lord God be praised and magnified, for we are His people who are saved by His grace. It was the Father who loved us and chose us. It was the fruit of the Son’s work that made us righteous and redeemed us. It was the Holy Spirit who quickened us and who keeps us. It is God alone who is worthy of all the praise and glory for our salvation! O Lord, let the winds of trouble come or let the breeze of peace flow over our souls so long as you come and abide with us.

-Fred Evans