Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee. {Song of Solomon 1:4}

Believers love Jesus with a deeper affection than they dare to give to any other being. They would sooner lose father or mother than part with Christ. They hold all earthly comforts with a lose hand, but carry Him locked securely in their hearts. They voluntarily deny themselves for His sake, but the are not driven to deny Him. It is a meager love that the fire of Persecution can dry up; the true believer's love is a deeper stream than this.

Men have labored to divide the faithful from their Master, but their attempts have been fruitless in every age. Neither crowns of honor nor frowns of anger have untied this Gordian knot. This is no everyday attachment that the world's power may at length dissolve. Neither men nor devils have found a key that opens this lock. Never has the craft of Satan been more at fault than when he has exercised it in seeking to tear apart this union of two divinely welded hearts.

It is written, and nothing and nothing can blot out the sentence, "The upright love thee." The intensity of the love of the upright, however, is not so much to be judged by what it appears as what the upright long for. It is our daily lament that we can not love enough. Would that our hearts were capable of holding more and reaching further. Like Samuel Rutherford, we sigh and cry, "Oh for as much love as would go around the earth, and over heaven-- yea, the heaven of heavens, and ten thousand worlds-- that I might let all out upon fair, fair, only fair Christ."

Alas, our longest reach is but a span of love, and our affection is but a drop in the bucket compared with what he is due. Measure our love by our intentions, and it is high indeed; we trust that this is how our Lord judges it. Oh, that we could give all the love in all our hearts in one great mass, a gathering together of all that loves Him who "is already lovely" {Song 5:16}

From Charles Spurgeon's book "Morning and Evening"