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I am into my garden come
Hymnal: The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithully translated into English metre #SSV (1758) Lyrics: Christ:
1 I am into my garden come,
my sister, and my spouse:
I gather'd have my myrrh and spice
for our delightful use:
My honey-comb with honey eat,
my wine and milk drank I;
Eat O ye friends, drink O belov'd,
yea drink abundantly.
The Church;
2 I sleep; but yet my heart awakes:
the voice 'tis of my Love,
Who knocks and kindly calls to me,
with all my bowels move;
Christ:
'Open to Me, my sister, Love,
'my dove, my undefil'd;
'My heard with dew, my locks with drops
'the night distills, is fill'd!
The Church:
3 My coat I have put off; how shall
I put it on again?
And I my feet have washed clean;
how shall I them distain?
4 But when I my Beloved's hand
upon the latch discern'd;
Griev'd that I should so long delay,
my bowels stronger yearn'd.
5 I rose to open to my Love:
my hands myrrh dropped down;
And on the handles of the lock
myrrh from my fingers run.
6 But when the door I open'd wide
to my Beloved one;
My Love had then withdrawn Himself,
and out of sight was gone!
When as He spake, my soul did fail;
and now I sought Him have,
But found Him not; I call'd to Him,
yet He no answer gave!
7 The city watchmen met me then,
they smote and wounded me,
The keepers of the wall ev'n took
from me my veil away.
8 O daughters of Jerusalem,
I charge you, to Him say,
If my Belov'd ye find, that I
for love shall faint away.
Daughters of Jerusalem:
9 O fairest thou of all the fair!
what's thy Beloved, show:
What more than others is thy Love,
that thou dost charge us so?
The Church:
10 My Love is white and ruddy, chief
above ten thousands fair:
11 His head is finest gold; his locks
curl'd black as ravens are!
12 His eyes are like the eyes of doves
looking on water-streams;
As if they washed were with milk,
and fitly set as gems!
13 His cheeks like garden-beds of spice,
with flowers of spice crown'd:
His lips like lillies, dropping myrrh,
diffusing odours round!
14 His hands adorn'd with rings of gold,
with precious stones inlaid:
His bowels like bright ivory,
with sapphires overspread!
15 His legs like marble pillars stand
on golden sockets plac'd;
His countenance like Lebanon,
with stately cedars grac'd.
16 His mouth is all of sweetness made!
He's perfect loveliness!
O daughters of Jerusalem!
my Love and Friend is this?
Scripture: Song of Solomon 5 Languages: English
I am into my garden come
I am into my garden come
Hymnal: The Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithfully translated into English Metre #SV (1773) Lyrics: [Christ]
1 I am into my garden come,
my sister, and my spouse:
I gather'd have my myrrh and spice
for our delightful use:
My honey-comb with honey eat,
my wine and milk drank I;
Eat O ye friends, drink O belov'd,
yea drink abundantly.
[The Church]
2 I sleep; but yet my heart awakes:
the voice 'tis of my Love,
Who knocks and kindly calls to me,
with all my bowels move;
[Christ]
'Open to Me, my sister, Love,
'my dove, my undefil'd;
'My head with dew, my locks with drops
'the night distills, is fill'd!
[The Church]
3 My coat I have put off; how shall
I put it on again?
And I my feet have washed clean;
how shall I them distain?
4 But when I my Beloved's hand
upon the latch discern'd;
Griev'd that I should so long delay,
my bowels stronger yearn'd.
5 I rose to open to my Love:
my hands myrrh dropped down;
And on the handles of the lock
myrrh from my fingers run.
6 But when the door I open'd wide
to my Beloved one;
My Love had then withdrawn Himself,
and out of sight was gone!
When as He spake, my soul did fail;
and now I sought Him have,
But found Him not; I call'd to Him,
yet He no answer gave!
7 The city watchmen met me then,
they smote and wounded me,
The keepers of the wall ev'n took
from me my veil away.
8 O daughters of Jerusalem,
I charge you, to Him say,
If my Belov'd ye find, that I
for love shall faint away.
[Daughters of Jerusalem]
9 O fairest thou of all the fair!
what's thy Beloved, show:
What more than others is thy Love,
that thou dost charge us so?
[The Church]
10 My Love is white and ruddy; chief
above ten thousands fair!
11 His head is finest gold; his locks
curl'd black as ravens are!
12 His eyes are like the eyes of doves
looking on water-streams;
As if they washed were with milk,
and fitly set as gems!
13 His cheeks like garden-beds of spice,
with flowers of spice crown'd:
His lips like lillies, dropping myrrh,
diffusing odours round!
14 His hands adorn'd with rings of gold,
with precious stones inlaid:
His bowels like bright ivory,
with sapphires overspread!
15 His legs like marble pillars stand
on golden sockets plac'd;
His countenance like Lebanon,
with stately cedars grac'd.
16 His mouth is all of sweetness made!
He's perfect loveliness!
O daughters of Jerusalem!
my Love and Friend is this? Scripture: Song of Solomon 5 Languages: English
I am into my garden come
The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's: Chap. V
Hymnal: The Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New-Testament #311 (1742) First Line: I am into my garden come Lyrics: 1 I Am into my garden come,
My sister, spoufe likewise,
And I my myrrh have gathered up,
Together with my spice.
My honey-comb with honey eat,
My wine and milk drank I.
Eat O ye friends, drink O belov'd,
Yea drink abundantly.
2 I sieep, but yet my heart doth wake,
The voice 'tis of my love;
Who knocketh, open unto me,
O sister mine, my dove.
My love my undefiled one,
Because my head is fill'd
With dew, my locks fill'd. with the drops
That have by night distill'd.
3 I have put off my coat how shall
I put it on again?
And I have washed clean my feet,
How shall I them distain?
4 My well-beloved put his hand
In by the hole o'th door;
My bowels made a troubled noise
In me for him therefore.
5 I rose to open to my love,
And my hands myrrh did drop,
My fingers sweetest myrrh upon
The handles of the lock:
6 When I the door had opened
To my beloved one,
Then had my love withdrawn himself,
And he away was gone.
When as he spoke my soul did fail:
Although I sought him have,
I found him not; I call'd him, yet
He me no answer gave.
7 The watchmen who the city round,
Me found, smite, wound did they:
The keepers of the walls from me
Did take my veil away.
8 O daughters of Jerusalem,
I charge you to him say,
If my belov'd ye find, that I
For love do faint away.
9 What's thy love more than other's love
Fairest of women kind
What's thy love more than other's love,
That us thou dost so bind?
10 My love is white and ruddy, chief
Among ten thousands he.
11 His head is gold most fine, his locks
Curl'd black as ravens be.
12 His eyes as doves by water's streams,
With milk wash'd, fitly set.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spice,
As flow'rs of odours sweet.
His lilly lips drop flowing myrrh.
14 His hands gold rings bedight,
With beryl laid with saphires is,
His belly iv'ry bright.
15 His legs as marble pillars set
On sockets of fine gold :
His look as Lebanon, as choice
As cedars to behold.
16 Most sweet his palate, lovely he
Ev'n altogether is:
O daughters of Jerusalem,
My love and friend is this.
Scripture: Song of Solomon 5 Languages: English
The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's: Chap. V
