Morning, October 1, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening

“Choice fruits, both new and old, which I have saved up for you, my beloved..” — Song of Solomon 7:13

The bride desires to give to Jesus all that she produces. Our heart has “all kinds of choice fruits,” both “old and new,” and they are laid up for our Beloved. In autumn, this rich season of fruit, let us survey our supplies. We have new fruits. We desire to feel new life, new joy, new gratitude; we wish to make new resolves and carry them out by new labors; our heart blossoms with new prayers, and our soul is pledging herself to new efforts. But we have some old fruits too. There is our first love (a choice fruit that!) and Jesus delights in it. There is our first faith: that simple faith by which, having nothing, we became possessors of all things. There is our joy when first we knew the Lord: let us revive it. We have our old memories of the promises. How faithful has God been! In sickness, how softly did he make our bed! In deep waters, how placidly did he buoy us up! In the flaming furnace, how graciously did he deliver us. Old fruits, indeed! We have many of them, for his mercies have numbered more than the hairs of our head. Old sins we must regret, but then we have had times of repentance which he has given us, by which we have wept our way to the cross, and learned the merit of his blood. We have fruits, this morning, both new and old; but here is the point–they are all laid up for Jesus. Truly, the best and most acceptable services are those in which Jesus is the solitary aim of the soul, and his glory, without any mixture whatever, the end of all our efforts. Let our many fruits be laid up only for our Beloved; let us display them when he is with us, and not hold them up before the gaze of men. Jesus, we will turn the key in our garden door, and none shall enter to rob you of one good fruit from the soil which you have watered with your bloody sweat. Our all shall be yours, yours only, O Jesus, our Beloved!