XV. The Voice of my beloved sounds

1 The Voice of my beloved sounds
Over the Rocks and rising Grounds;
O'er Hills of Guilt and Seas of Grief
He leaps, He flies to my Relief.

2 Now thro' the Veil of Flesh I see
With Eyes of Love He looks at me'
Now in the Gospel's clearest Glass
He shows the Beauties of his Face.

3 Gently He draws my Heart along,
Both with his Beauties and his Tongue:
"Rise," saith my Lord, "make haste away,
"No mortal Joys are worth thy Stay.

4 "The Jewish wintry State is gone,
"The Mists are fled, the Spring comes on.
"The sacred Turtle-Dove we hear
"Proclaim the new, the joyful Year.

5 "Th' immortal Vine of heav'nly Root
"Blossoms, and buds, and gives her Fruit."
Lo, we are come to taste the Wine;
Our Souls rejoice, and bless the Vine.

6 And when I hear our Jesus say,
"Rise up, my Love, make haste away?"
Our Hearts would fain out-fly the Wind,
And leave all earthly Loves behind.

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First Line: The Voice of my beloved sounds
Language: English
Publication Date: 1765
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