Song of Solomon 2:4-5

Song of Solomon 2:4-5. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

A strange thing is this love of Christ, for, as Erskine puts it: -

"When well, it makes me sick;

When sick, it makes me well."

There is no infirmity which this love of Christ cannot cure, no conflicting passion which it cannot remove; and, on the other hand, a great amount of this love shed abroad in the heart will often prostrate the Christian with excess of delight, till he be ready to cry out, with good Mr. Welsh, the Scotch pastor, "Hold, Lord; hold; it is enough; remember I am but an earthen vessel, and if I have too much of glory I shall not live." I am afraid we shall not often have to say this, yet there are times when the believer’s joy knows no bounds, and his hallowed delight in his God is so excessive that he needs to have some supernatural support to enable him to endure the delight which his Father gives him.