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The Song of Songs 2:8

• [Sos 2:8] His Voice, As The Sound Of The Dulcimer Sweet

  His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet, is heard through the shadows of death; The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet, the air is perfumed with His breath. His lips as the fountain of righteousness flow, that waters the garden of grace, From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know, and bask in the smiles of His face. O! Thou in Whose presence my soul takes delight, on Whom in affliction I call; My Comfort by day, and my Song in the night, my Hope, my Salvation, my All— Where dost Thou at noontide resort with Thy sheep, to feed on the pastures of love? Say, why in the valley of death should I weep, or ’lone in the wilderness rove? O! why should I wander an alien from thee, and cry in the desert for bread? Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see, and smile at the tears I have shed. Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen the Star that on Israel shone? Say if in your tents my Belovèd hath been, and where, with His flock, is He gone? “What is thy Belovèd, thou dignified fair? What excellent beauties hath He? His charms and perfections be pleased to declare, that we may embrace Him with thee.” This is my Belovèd, His form is divine; His vestments shed odor around; The locks on His head are as grapes on the vine, when autumn with plenty is crowned. The roses of Sharon, the lilies that grow in the vales, on the banks of the streams On His cheeks in the beauty of excellence blow; His eyes are as quivers of beams. His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet is heard through the shadows of death; The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet, the air is perfumed with His breath.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Sos 2:8] There’s A Light Upon The Mountains

  There’s a light upon the mountains, And the day is at the spring, When our eyes shall see the beauty And the glory of the King: Weary was our heart with waiting, And the night watch seemed so long, But His triumph day is breaking And we hail it with a song. In the fading of the starlight We may see the coming morn; And the lights of men are paling In the splendors of the dawn; For the eastern skies are glowing As with light of hidden fire, And the hearts of men are stirring With the throbs of deep desire. There’s a hush of expectation And a quiet in the air And the breath of God is moving In the fervent breath of prayer; For the suffering, dying Jesus Is the Christ upon the throne, And the travail of our spirit Is the travail of His own. He is breaking down the barriers, He is casting up the way; He is calling for His angels To build up the gates of day: But His angels here are human, Not the shining hosts above; For the drum beats of His army Are the heartbeats of our love. Hark! we hear a distant music And it comes with fuller swell; ’Tis the triumph song of Jesus, Of our King, Immanuel! Go ye forth with joy to meet Him! And, my soul, be swift to bring All thy sweetest and thy dearest For the triumph of our King!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

The Song of Songs 2:10

• [Sos 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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Sos 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