1 When strangers stand and hear me tell What beauties in my Saviour dwell; Where he is gone, they fain would know, That they may seek and love him too. 2 My best beloved keeps his throne On hills of light in worlds unknown But he descends, and shews his face In the young gardens of his grace. 3 [In vineyards planted by his hand, Where fruitful trees in order stand; He feeds among the spicy beds, Where lilies shew their spotless heads. 4 He has engross'd my warmest love, No earthly charms my soul can move: I have a mansion in his heart, Nor death nor hell shall make us part.] 5 [He takes my soul ere I'm aware, And shews me where his glories are; No chariot of Amminadib The heavenly rapture can describe. 6 O may my spirit daily rise On wings of faith above the skies, Till death shall make my last remove To dwell for ever with my love.] Hymn 1:77. The love of Christ to the church, in his language to her, and provisions for her, Cant. 7. 5 6 9 12 13. 1 Now in the galleries of his grace Appears the King, and thus he says, "How fair my saints are in my sight; "My love how pleasant for delight!" 2 Kind is thy language, sovereign Lord, There's heavenly grace in every word: From that dear mouth a stream divine Flows sweeter than the choicest wine. 3 Such wondrous love awakes the lip Of saints that were almost asleep, To speak the praises of thy name, And makes our cold affections flame. 4 These are the joys he lets us know In fields and villages below, Gives us a relish of his love, But keeps his noblest feast above. 5 In Paradise within the gates An higher entertainment waits; Fruits new and old laid up in store, Where we shall feed, but thirst no more. Hymn 1:78. The strength of Christ's love, and the soul's jealousy of her own, Cant. 8. 5 6 7 13 14. 1 [Who is this fair one in distress, That travels from the wilderness? And press'd with sorrows and with sins, On her beloved Lord she leans. 2 This is the spouse of Christ our God, Bought with the treasure of his blood; And her request and her complaint Is but the voice of every saint.] 3 "O let my name engraven stand, "Both on thy heart and on thy hand: "Seal me upon thine arm; and wear "That pledge of love for ever there. 4 "Stronger than death thy love is known, "Which floods of wrath could never drown; "And hell and earth in vain combine "To quench a fire so much divine. 5 "But I am jealous of my heart, Lest it should once from thee depart; "Then let thy name be well impress'd As a fair signet on my breast. 6 "Till thou hast brought me to thy home, "Where fears and doubts can never come, "Thy count'nance let me often see, "And often thou shalt hear from me. 7 "Come, my beloved, haste away, "Cut short the hours of thy delay, "Fly like a youthful hart or roe "Over the hills where spices grow." Hymn 1:79. A morning hymn, Psalm 19. 5 8 and 73. 24 25.