Text:Let him embrace my Soul, and prove

I.LXVI. Let him embrace my Soul, and prove

1 Let him embrace my Soul, and prove
Mine Int'rest in his heav'nly Love;
The Voice that tells me, Thou art mine,
Exceeds the Blessings of the Vine.

2 On Thee th' anointing Spirit came,
And spreads the Savour of thy Name;
That Oil of Gladness and of Grace,
Draws Virgin Souls to meet thy Face.

3 Jesus, allure me by thy Charms,
My Soul shall fly into thine Arms!
Our wand'ring Feet, our Favours bring
To the fair Chambers of the King.

[4 Wonder and Pleasure tunes our Voice,
To speak thy Praises and our Joys;
Our Mem'ry keeps this Love of thine
Beyond the Taste of richest Wine.]

5 Though in ourselves deform'd we are,
And black as Kedar Tents appear,
Yet when we put thy Beauties on,
Fair as the Courts of Solomon.

[6 While at his Table sits the King,
He loves to see us smile and sing:
Our Graces are our best Perfume,
And breathe like Spikenard round the Room.]

7 As Myrrh new bleeding from the Tree,
Such is a dying Christ to me;
And while he makes my Soul his Guest,
My Bosom, Lord, shall be thy Rest.

[8 No Beams of Cedar, or of Fir,
Can with thy Courts on Earth compare;
And here we wait until thy Love
Raise us to nobler Seats above.]

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First Line: Let him embrace my Soul, and prove
Language: English
Publication Date: 1766
Scripture: ; ;
Topic: Communion between Christ and the Church; Church Conversing with Christ viz. seeking, finding, calling, answering; Lord Jesus at his own Table (2 more...)
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