Bow Thy Heavens O LORD and Come Down!
“ Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my B eloved come into H is garden, and eat H is pleasant fruits.” -S ONG OF SOLOMON 4:16 [KJV] We are, most of us, so fettered down by the chains of time and sense, the cares of life and daily business, the weakness of our earthly frame, the distracting claims of a family, and the miserable carnality and sensuality of our fallen nature, that we live at best a poor, dragging, dying life. We take no pleasure in the world, nor mix with a good conscience in its pursuits and amusements; we are many of us poor, moping, dejected creatures, from a variety of trials and afflictions; we have a daily cross and the continual plague of an evil heart; get little consolation from the family of God or the outward means of grace; know enough of ourselves to know that in self there is neither help nor hope, and never expect a smoother path, a better, wiser, holier heart, or to be able...