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<p>'''103. How sweet are Your words to my taste! yes, sweeter than honey to my mouth.'''<br />
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  None but a child of God could take up this expression. Because none besides has a spiritual taste. The exercises of David in this sacred word were delightfully varied. Its majesty commanded his reverence. Its richness called forth his love. Its sweetness excited his joy.<br /><br />
 Its holy light, keeping his heart close with God, naturally endeared it to his soul. How barren is a mere external knowledge of the Gospel! The natural man may talk or even dispute about its precious truths. But he has never tasted them—at least not so as to relish and feed on them. The highest commendation cannot explain the sweetness of honey to one who has never tasted it.<br /><br />
 Thus nothing but experience can give a spiritual intelligence. But what we have really tasted, we can warmly commend, &quot;Oh! taste and see that the Lord is good.&quot; Having once tasted of His Divine goodness, the sweetest joys of earth will be insipid, distasteful, and even bitter.<br />
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  Do we ask—what is it that gives this unutterable sweetness to the word? Is it not that name, which &quot;is as ointment poured forth?&quot; Is it not &quot;the savour of the knowledge of Christ&quot;, that revives the soul in every page with the breath of heaven? For can the awakened sinner hear, that &quot;God so loved the world, that He gave His only-begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life&quot;—and not be ready to say—How sweet are Your words to my taste! yes, sweeter than honey to my mouth? Can the weary soul listen to the invitation to &quot;all that labour and are heavy-laden;&quot; and not feel the sweetness of those breathings of love?<br /><br />
 Who can tell the sweetness of those precious words to the conflicting, tempted soul—displaying the Divine sovereignty in choosing him, the unchanging faithfulness in keeping him, and the Almighty power of the Divine will in the gift of eternal life? And how can the believer hear his Saviour &quot;knock at the door&quot; of his heart, calling him to fresh communion with Himself: and not turn to Him with the ardent excitement of his love, &quot;All Your garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made You glad!&quot;<br />
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  But are there not times, when we gather no sweetness from the word? It is with the spiritual, as with the natural food—a want of appetite gives disgust, instead of sweetness and refreshment. An indolent reading of the word without faith—without desire—without application—or with a taste vitiated by contact—with the things of sense—deadens the palate, &quot;The full soul loathes an honeycomb: but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.&quot;<br /><br />
  But how melancholy is the thought of the multitudes, that hear, read, understand the word, and yet have never tasted its sweetness! Like Barzillai, they have no sense to &quot;discern between good and evil.&quot; <br /><br />
Full of the world, or of their own conceits—feeding on the delusive enjoyments of creature-comforts—nourishing some baneful corruption in their bosoms—or cankered with a spirit of formality—they have no palate for the things of God; they are &quot;dead in trespasses and sins.&quot; But how sweet is the word to the hungering and thirsting taste! We eat, and are not satisfied. We drink, and long to drink again. &quot;If so be we have tasted that the Lord is gracious, as new-born babes&quot; we shall &quot;desire the sincere milk of the word, that we may grow thereby.&quot;<br /><br />
 We shall take heed of any indulgence of the flesh, which may hinder the spiritual enjoyment, and cause us to &quot;loathe&quot; even &quot;angels' food&quot; as &quot;light bread.&quot; Instead of resting in our present experience of its sweetness, we shall be daily aspiring after higher relish for the heavenly blessing. And will not this experience be a &quot;witness in ourselves&quot; of the heavenly origin of the word? For what arguments could ever persuade us that honey is bitter, at the moment when we are tasting its sweetness?<br /><br />
 Or who could convince us that this is the word of man, or the imposture of deceit, when its blessed influence has imparted peace, holiness, joy, support, and rest, infinitely beyond the power of man to bestow? But let this enjoyment—as the spiritual barometer—the pulse of the soul—accurately mark our progress or decline in the Divine life. With our advancement in spiritual health, the word will be increasingly sweet to our taste: while our declension will be marked by a corresponding abatement in our desires, love, and perception of its delights.
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