XXXI. The Voice of my beloved sounds

1 The Voice of my Beloved sounds,
Over the Rocks and rising Grounds,
O'er Hills of Guilt and Seas of Grief
He leaps, he flies to my Relief.

2 Now thro' the Veil of Flesh I see
With Eyes of Love He looks at me,
Now in the Gospel's clearest Glass
He shews the Beauties of his Face.

3 Gently He draws my Heart along,
Both with his Beauties and his Tongue;
Rise, saith my Lord, make haste away,
No mortal Joys are worth thy Stay.

4 The Jewish wintry State is gone,
The Mists are fled, the Spring comes on;
The sacred Turtle Dove we hear
Proclaim the new, the joyful Year.

5 "Th' immortal Vine of heavenly Root
Blossoms, and buds, and gives her Fruit:
So we are come to taste the Wine;
Our Souls rejoice, and bless the Vine.

6 And when I hear our Jesus say,
Rise up, my Love, make haste away!
My Heart would fain out-fly the Wind,
And leave all earthly Loves behind.

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First Line: The Voice of my beloved sounds
Language: English
Publication Date: 1737
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