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Kidung Agung 2:8--8:4

• [Kid 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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• [Kid 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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• [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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• [Kid 2:12] When Spring Unlocks The Flowers

  When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil; When summer’s balmy showers refresh the mower’s toil; When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood; In God the earth rejoiceth still and owns his Maker good. The birds that wake the morning and those that love the shade; The winds that sweep the mountain or lull the drowsy glade; The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way, The moon and stars their Master’s Name in silent pomp display. Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky, Shall man alone, unthankful, his little praise deny? No; let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be, Thee, Master, must we always love, and Savior, honor Thee. The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of summer fade, The autumn droop in winter, the birds forsake the shade; The winds be lulled, the sun and moon forget their old decree; But we, in nature’s latest hour, O Lord, will cling to Thee!

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• [Kid 2:14] Speak, I Pray Thee, Gentle Jesus!

  Speak, I pray Thee, gentle Jesus! O, how passing sweet Thy words, Breathing o’er my troubled spirit Peace which never earth affords. All the world’s distracting voices, All th’enticing tones of ill, At Thy accents mild, melodious, Are subdued, and all is still. Tell me Thou art mine, O Savior, Grant me an assurance clear; Banish all my dark misgivings, Still my doubting, calm my fear. O, my soul within me yearneth Now to hear Thy voice divine; So shall grief be gone for ever, And despair no more be mine.

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• [Kid 2:14] Sweeter Than All

  Christ will me His aid afford, Never to fall, never to fall, While I find my precious Lord, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain Jesus is now, and ever will be, Sweeter than all the world to me, Since I heard His loving call, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. I will follow all the way, Hearing Him call, hearing Him call, Finding Him, from day to day, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain Tho’ a vessel I may be, Broken and small, broken and small, Yet His blessings fall on me, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain When I reach the crystal sea, Voices will call, voices will call, But my Savior’s voice will be Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain

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• [Kid 2:16] I Know He Is Mine

  A long time I wandered in darkness and sin, And wondered if ever the light would shine in; I heard Christian friends speak of raptures divine, And I wished—how I wished—that their Savior were mine. I wished He were mine, yes, I wished He were mine; I wished—how I wished—that their Savior were mine. I heard the glad Gospel of “good will to men”; I read “whosoever” again and again; I said to my soul, “Can that promise be thine?” And then began hoping that Jesus was mine. I hoped He was mine, yes, I hoped He was mine, And then began hoping that Jesus was mine. Oh, mercy surprising! He saves even me! “Thy portion forever,” He says, “will I be”; On His Word I am resting—assurance divine: I am “hoping” no longer, I know He is mine. I know He is mine, yes, I know He is mine, I’m hoping no longer—I know He is mine.

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• [Kid 2:16] I Lift My Heart To Thee

  I lift my heart to Thee, Savior divine; For Thou art all to me, and I am Thine; Is there on earth a closer bond than this, That my Belovèd’s mine, and I am His? Thine am I by all ties; but chiefly Thine, That through Thy sacrifice Thou, Lord, art mine. By thine own cords of love, so sweetly wound, Around me, I to Thee am closely bound. To Thee, Thou bleeding Lamb, I all things owe— All that I have, and am, and all I know. All that I have is now no longer mine, And I am not mine own; Lord, I am Thine. How can I, Lord, withhold life’s brightest hour From Thee; or gathered gold, or any power? Why should I keep one precious thing from Thee; When Thou hast giv’n Thine own dear self for me? I pray Thee, Savior, keep me in Thy love, Until death’s holy sleep shall me remove To that fair realm where, sin and sorrow o’er, Thou and Thine own are one forevermore.

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• [Kid 2:16] O Lamb Of God, Whose Love Divine

  O Lamb of God, whose love divine Draws virgin souls to follow Thee; And bids them earthly joys resign If so they may Thy beauty see; The saint of whom we sing today Was faithful to Thy loving call, And, casting other hopes away, Took Thee to be her God, her all. To Thee she yielded up her will, Her heart was drawn to Thine above; Content if Thou wouldst deign to fill Thine handmaid with Thy perfect love. Beneath Thy cross she loved to stand, Like Mary in Thy dying hour, That blessings from Thy piercèd hand Might clothe her with undying power; With power to win the crown of light For virgin souls laid up on high, And ready keep her lamp at night To hail the Bridegroom drawing nigh. And surely Thou at last didst come To end the sorrows of Thy bride, And bear her to Thy peaceful home With Thee for ever to abide. All glory, Jesu, for the grace That drew Thy saint to follow Thee; Grant us too in Thy love a place Both now and through eternity.

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• [Kid 2:17] ’tis Night—but O The Joyful Morn

  ’Tis night—but O the joyful morn Will soon our waiting spirits cheer; Yon gleams of coming glory warn Thy saints, O Lord, that Thou art near. Lord of our hearts, beloved of Thee, Weary of earth, we sigh to rest, Supremely happy, safe and free, For ever on Thy tender breast. To see Thee, love Thee, feel Thee near, Nor dread, as now, Thy transient stay; To dwell beyond the reach of fear Lest joy should wane or pass away. Children of hope, belovèd Lord! In Thee we live, we glory now; Our joy, our rest, our great reward, Our diadem of beauty, Thou! And when exalted, Lord, with Thee, Thy royal throne at length we share; To everlasting Thou shalt be Our diadem, our glory there!

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• [Kid 4:16] Christ Hath A Garden

  We are a garden walled around, Chosen and made peculiar ground; A little spot enclosed by grace Out of the world’s wide wilderness. Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand, Planted by God the Father’s hand; And all His springs in Zion flow, To make the young plantation grow. Awake, O, heav’nly wind! and come, Blow on this garden of perfume; Spirit divine! descend and breathe A gracious gale on plants beneath. Make our best spices flow abroad, To entertain our Savior God And faith, and love, and joy appear, And every grace be active here. Let my Belovèd come and taste His pleasant fruits at His own feast: “I come, My spouse, I come!” He cries, With love and pleasure in His eyes. Our Lord into His garden comes, Well pleased to smell our poor perfumes, And calls us to a feast divine, Sweeter than honey, milk, or wine. “Eat of the tree of life, My friends, The blessings that My Father sends; Your taste shall all My dainties prove, And drink abundance of My love.” Jesus, we will frequent Thy board, And sing the bounties of our Lord; But the rich food on which we live Demands more praise than tongues can give.

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• [Kid 4:16] O Holy Ghost, Thy People Bless

  O Holy Ghost, Thy people bless Who long to feel Thy might, And fain would grow in holiness As children of the light. To Thee we bring, who art the Lord, Ourselves to be Thy throne; Let every thought and deed and word Thy pure dominion own. Life giving Spirit, o’er us move, As on the formless deep; Give life and order, light and love, Where now is death or sleep. Great Gift of our ascended King, His saving truth reveal; Our tongues inspire His praise to sing, Our hearts His love to feel. True Wind of Heav’n, from south or north, For joy or chastening, blow; The garden spices shall spring forth If Thou wilt bid them flow. O Holy Ghost, of sevenfold might, All graces come from Thee; Grant us to know and serve aright One God in Persons Three.

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• [Kid 5:9] Wond’ring World Inquires To Know, The

  The wond’ring world inquires to know Why I should love my Jesus so: “What are His charms,” say they, “above The objects of a mortal love?” Yes! my Belovèd, to my sight Shows a sweet mixture, red and white: All human beauties, all divine, In my Belovèd meet and shine. White is His soul, from blemish free; Red with the blood He shed for me; The fairest of ten thousand fairs; A sun among ten thousand stars. His head the finest gold excels; There wisdom in perfection dwells, And glory like a crown adorns Those temples once beset with thorns. Compassions in His heart are found, Hard by the signals of His wound: His sacred side no more shall bear The cruel scourge, the piercing spear. His hands are fairer to behold Than diamonds set in rings of gold; Those heav’nly hands, that on the tree Were nailed, and torn, and bled for me! Though once He bowed His feeble knees, Loaded with sins and agonies, Now on the throne of His command His legs like marble pillars stand. His eyes are majesty and love, The eagle tempered with the dove; No more shall trickling sorrows roll Through those dear windows of His soul. His mouth, that poured out long complaints, Now smiles and cheers His fainting saints; His countenance more graceful is Than Lebanon with all its trees. All over glorious is my Lord; Must be beloved, and yet adored; His worth if all the the nations knew, Sure the whole earth would love Him, too.

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• [Kid 5:10] Savior Comes, No Outward Pomp, The

  The Saviour comes, no outward pomp, Bespeaks His presence nigh; No earthly beauty shines in Him, To draw the carnal eye. Refrain All beauty may we ever see, In God’s belovèd Son, The chiefest of ten thousand He, The only lovely One! Rejected and despised of men, Behold a man of woe! Grief was His close companion here, Through all His life below. Refrain Yet all the griefs He felt were ours, Ours were the woes He bore; Pangs not His own, His spotless soul, With bitter anguish tore. Refrain We all like sheep had gone astray, In ruin’s fatal road; On Him were our transgressions laid; He bore the mighty load. Refrain

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• [Kid 5:16] My Soul’s Best Friend, What Joy And Bless­ing

  My soul’s best Friend, what joy and blessing My spirit ever finds in Thee! From gloomy depths of doubt distressing Into Thine arms for rest I flee. There will the night of sorrow vanish When from my heart Thy love doth banish. All anguish and all pain and fear. Yea, here on earth begins my heaven; Who would not joyful be when given A loving Savior always near! For though the evil world revile me And prove herself my bitter foe Or by her smile seek to beguile me, I trust her not; her wiles I know. In Thee alone my soul rejoices, Thy praise alone it gladly voices, For Thou art true when friendships flee. The world may hate but cannot fell me; Would mighty waves of trial quell me I anchor in Thy loyalty. Thro’ deserts of the cross Thou leadest; I follow, leaning on Thy hand. From out the cloud Thy child Thou feedest And givest water from the sand. I trust Thy ways, howe’er distressing; For I know my path will end in blessing; Enough that Thou wilt be my Stay. For whom to honor Thou intendest Oft into sorrow’s vale Thou sendest; The night must e’er precede the day. My soul’s best Friend, how well contented Am I, reposing on Thy breast; By sin no more am I tormented Since Thou dost grant me peace and rest. Oh, may the grace that Thou has given For me a foretaste be of Heaven, Where I shall bask in joys divine! Away, vain world, with fleeting pleasures; In Christ I have abiding treasures. O, comfort sweet, my Friend is mine!

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• [Kid 5:16] O God Of Loveliness

  O God of loveliness, O Lord of Heaven above, How worthy to possess my heart’s devoted love. So sweet Thy countenance, so gracious to behold That one, one only glance to me were bliss untold. Thou art blest Three in One, yet undivided still, Thou art the One alone, whose love my heart can fill. The heav’ns and earth below were fashioned by Thy Word, How amiable art Thou, my ever dearest Lord. To think Thou art my God—O thought forever blest! My heart has overflowed with joy within my breast. My soul so full of bliss, is plunged as in a sea, Deep in the sweet abyss of holy charity. O Loveliness supreme, and Beauty infinite, O ever flowing Stream and Ocean of delight, O Life by which I live, my truest Life above, To Thee alone I give my undivided love.

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• [Kid 6:10] Fairest Lord Jesus

  Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature, O Thou of God and man the Son, Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor, Thou, my soul’s glory, joy and crown. Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands, Robed in the blooming garb of spring; Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, Who makes the woeful heart to sing. Fair is the sunshine, Fairer still the moonlight, And all the twinkling starry host; Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer Than all the angels heaven can boast. All fairest beauty, heavenly and earthly, Wondrously, Jesus, is found in Thee; None can be nearer, fairer or dearer, Than Thou, my Savior, art to me. Beautiful Savior! Lord of all the nations! Son of God and Son of Man! Glory and honor, praise, adoration, Now and forever more be Thine. Beautiful Savior, King of Creation Son of God and Son of Man! Truly I’d love Thee, truly I’d serve Thee, Light of my soul, my joy, my crown. Fair are the meadows, Fair are the woodlands, Robed in the flowers of blooming spring; Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, He makes our sorrowing spirit sing. Fair is the sunshine, Fair is the moonlight, Bright the sparkling stars on high; Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer Than all the angels in the sky. Beautiful Savior, Lord of the nations, Son of God and Son of Man! Glory and honor, Praise, adoration Now and forevermore be Thine!

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• [Kid 6:10] O Jesu, Thou The Beauty Art

  O Jesu, Thou the beauty art Of angel worlds above; Thy Name is music to the heart, Enchanting it with love. Celestial sweetness unalloyed! Who eat Thee hunger still: Who drink of Thee still feel a void, Which naught but Thou can fill. O my sweet Jesus! hear the sighs Which unto Thee I send; To Thee mine inmost spirit cries, My being’s hope and end! Stay with us, Lord, and with Thy light Illume the soul’s abyss; Scatter the darkness of our night, And fill the world with bliss. O Jesu! spotless virgin-flower! Our life and joy! To Thee Be praise, beatitude, and power Through all eternity.

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