Christ appearing to his church, and seeking her company. <br /> <br />SS 2:8-13. <br /> <br />The voice of my Beloved sounds <br />Over the rocks and rising grounds; <br />O'er hills of guilt and seas of grief <br />He leaps, he flies to my relief. <br /> <br />Now through the veil of flesh I see <br />With eyes of love he looks at me; <br />Now in the gospel's clearest glass <br />He shows the beauties of his face. <br /> <br />Gently he draws my heart along, <br />Both with his beauties and his tongue; <br />'Rise,' saith my Lord, 'make haste away, <br />No mortal joys are worth thy stay. <br /> <br />'The Jewish wintry state is gone, <br />The mists are fled, the spring comes on; <br />The sacred turtle-dove we hear <br />Proclaim the new, the joyful year. <br /> <br />'Th' immortal vine of heav'nly root <br />Blossoms, and buds, and gives her fruit:' <br />Lo! we are come to taste the wine; <br />Our souls rejoice, and bless the vine. <br /> <br />And when we hear our Jesus say, <br />'Rise up, my love, make haste away!' <br />Our hearts would fain outfly the wind, <br />And leave all earthly loves behind.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-69-2/
