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Kidung Agung 2:10

• [Kid 2:10] Come Away To The Skies

  Come away to the skies, my belovèd, arise And rejoice in the day thou wast born; On this festival day, come exulting away, And with singing to Zion return. We have laid up our love and our treasure above, Though our bodies continue below. The redeemed of the Lord will remember His Word, And with singing to paradise go. Now with singing and praise let us spend all the days By our heavenly Father bestowed, While His grace we receive from His bounty, and live To the honor and glory of God! For the glory we were first created to share, Both the nature and kingdom divine, Now created again that our lives may remain Throughout time and eternity Thine. We with thanks do approve the design Of that love that hath joined us to Jesus’ Name; Now united in heart, let us never more part, Till we meet at the feast of the Lamb. There, Oh! there at His feet, we shall all likewise meet, And be parted in body no more; We shall sing to our lyres, with the heavenly choirs, And our Savior in glory adore. Hallelujah! we sing to our Father and King, And His rapturous praises repeat: To the Lamb that was slain, Hallelujah again! Sing all Heaven and fall at His feet!

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• [Kid 2:10] O Voice Of The Beloved

  O voice of the Belovèd! Thy bride hath heard Thee say, “Rise up, My love, My fair one, Arise and come away. For lo, ’tis past, the winter, The winter of thy year; The rain is past and over, The flowers on earth appear. “And now the time of singing Is come for every bird; And over all the country The turtle dove is heard; The fig her green fruit ripens, The vines are in their bloom; Arise and smell their fragrance; My love, My fair one, come!” Yea, Lord! Thy Passion over, We know this life of ours Hath passed from death and winter To leaves and budding flowers; No more Thy rain of weeping In drear Gethsemane; No more the clouds and darkness, That veiled Thy bitter Tree. Our Easter Sun is risen! And yet we slumber long, And need Thy Dove’s sweet pleading To waken prayer and song. Oh breathe upon our deadness, Oh shine upon our gloom; Lord, let us feel Thy presence And rise and live and bloom.

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  source: Cyberhymnal