8 Be like a hart on mountains green, Leap o'er the hills of fear and sin; Nor guilt, nor unbelief divide My Love, my Saviour from my side.] Hymn 1:71. Christ found in the street, and brought to the church, Cant. 3. 1-5. 1 Often I seek my Lord by night, Jesus, my love, my soul's delight; With warm desire and restless thought I seek him oft, but find him not. 2 Then I arise, and search the street Till I my Lord, my Saviour meet; I ask the watchmen of the night, "Where did you see my soul's delight?" 3 Sometimes I find him in the way, Directed by a heavenly ray; I leap for joy to see his face, And hold him fast in mine embrace. 4 [I bring him to my mother's home, Nor does my Lord refuse to come, To Sion's sacred chambers, where My soul first drew the vital air. 5 He gives me there his bleeding heart, Pierc'd for my sake with deadly smart; I give my soul to him, and there Our loves their mutual tokens share.] 6 I charge you all, ye earthly toys, Approach not to disturb my joys; Nor sin, nor hell come near my heart, Nor cause my Saviour to depart. Hymn 1:72. The coronation of Christ, and espousals of the church, Cant. 3. 2. 1 Daughters of Sion, come, behold The crown of honour and of gold, Which the glad church with joys unknown Plac'd on the head of Solomon. 2 Jesus, thou everlasting King, Accept the tribute which we bring, Accept the well-deserv'd renown, And wear our praises as thy crown. 3 Let every act of worship be Like our espousals, Lord, to thee; Like the dear hour, when from above We first receiv'd thy pledge of love. 4 The gladness of that happy day, Our hearts would wish it long to stay, Nor let our faith forsake its hold, Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold. 5 Each following minute as it flies, Increase thy praise, improve our joys, Till we are rais'd to sing thy Name At the great supper of the Lamb. 6 O that the months would roll away, And bring that coronation-day! The King of Grace shall fill the throne With all his Father's glories on. Hymn 1:73. The church's beauty in the eyes of Christ, Cant. 4. 1 10 11 7 9 8. 1 Kind is the speech of Christ our Lord, Affection sounds in every word, "Lo, thou art fair, my love, he cries, "Not the young doves have sweeter eyes. 2 ["Sweet are thy lips, thy pleasing voice "Salutes mine ear with secret joys, "No spice so much delights the smell, "Nor milk nor honey taste so well.] 3 "Thou art all fair, my bride, to me, "I will behold no spot in thee." What mighty wonders love performs, And puts a comeliness on worms! 4 Defil'd and loathsome as we are, He makes us white, and calls us fair; Adorns us with that heavenly dress, His graces and his righteousness. 5 "My sister, and my spouse," he cries, "Bound to my heart by various ties, "Thy powerful love my heart detains "In strong delight and pleasing chains." 6 He calls me from the leopard's den, From this wild world of beasts and men, To Sion where his glories are; Not Lebanon is half so fair.