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Thy name is sweet
as ointment poured forth;
Better Thy love than wine,
O draw Thou me!
If we the footsteps
follow of the flock,
Entered Thy fellowship
of love we’ll be.
He’s my Beloved,
I am His own love;
He draweth me,
pursue I after Him.
Fragrant as myrrh,
I’d hide Him in my heart;
Beauteous as henna,
I’d be clothed with Him;
Bathe in His love,
and of His fatness taste,
Lie on His breast,
His sweetness there enjoy;
His love the banner,
His affection shown
Tenderly soothes
my heart to purest joy.
Oh, my Beloved’s mine,
and I am His;
I am a lily
and my Shepherd He;
May daybreak come,
the shadows flee away,
Him on the mountains
as a hart I’d see.
Myrrh of the death
with Him and frankincense,
The resurrection,
permeate my heart;
North wind awake,
and let the south wind blow,
Make my heart’s
garden pleasure to His heart.
I’d be to Him
a dove that’s undefiled,
As a pure lily
in His presence be,
His, wholly His,
the joy of all His joys,
He wholly mine,
the Song of songs to me.
Fair as the moon,
onformed to Him I’d be,
Clear as the sun,
unto His stature grown;
For my Beloved,
all to please His heart,
For my Beloved,
that His life be shown.
Thou art my life,
and I Thine image real;
Love in such union
is as death most strong,
Ne’er can it be destroyed
or e’er replaced
Till Thou on spices
mountains come ere long.
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