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Hymn/Song Information

How sweetly doth He show His face How gently speak




How sweetly doth He show His face,
How gently speak and say,
Rise up. My love. My fair one, rise,
And come away!


Past is the winter and the cold^
The rain is o'er and gone;
The flowers appear upon the earth.
Now glows the sun!


The singing of the birds is come;
All listening now we stand;
The turtle-dove's low note is heard
Through all the land.


The fig-tree buds, the tender vines
Are fragrant as the day;
Arise, My love, My beautiful,
And come away!


My dove, who in yon rock of rocks
Dost in My love rejoice.
Come, let Me see thy countenance,
And hear thy voice.


Mine my Beloved is, I am His;
Among the lilies He
Feedeth, until the morning breaks
And shadows flee!

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 4
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs: Song 2:8;
      MUSIC
      Name: ST. CUTHBERT
      Meter: 8 6 8 4
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1861
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