Christ inviting, and the church answering the invitation. <br /> <br />SS 2:14-17. <br /> <br />[Hark! the Redeemer from on high <br />Sweetly invites his fav'rites nigh; <br />From caves of darkness and of doubt, <br />He gently speaks, and calls us out. <br /> <br />"My dove, who hidest in the rock, <br />Thine heart almost with sorrow broke, <br />Lift up thy face, forget thy fear, <br />And let thy voice delight mine ear. <br /> <br />"Thy voice to me sounds ever sweet; <br />My graces in thy count'nance meet; <br />Though the vain world thy face despise, <br />'Tis bright and comely in mine eyes." <br /> <br />Dear Lord, our thankful heart receives <br />The hope thine invitation gives; <br />To thee our joyful lips shall raise <br />The voice of prayer and of praise.] <br /> <br />[I am my Love's, and he is mine; <br />Our hearts, our hopes, our passions join; <br />Nor let a motion, nor a word, <br />Nor thought, arise to grieve my Lord. <br /> <br />My soul to pastures fair he leads, <br />Amongst the lilies where he feeds <br />Amongst the saints, whose robes are white, <br />Washed in his blood, is his delight. <br /> <br />Till the day break, and shadows flee, <br />Till the sweet dawning light I see, <br />Thine eyes to me-ward often turn, <br />Nor let my soul in darkness mourn. <br /> <br />Be like a hart on mountains green, <br />Leap o'er the hills of fear and sin; <br />Nor guilt nor unbelief divide <br />My Love, my Savior, from my side.]<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-70/
