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The Voice of my beloved sounds

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns #XXXI (1737) Lyrics: 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 shews 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 heavenly Root Blossoms, and buds, and gives her Fruit: So 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! My Heart would fain out-fly the Wind, And leave all earthly Loves behind. Scripture: Song of Solomon 2:8-13 Languages: English

The Voice of my Beloved sounds

Hymnal: Appendix, Containing a Number of Hymns, Taken Chiefly from Dr. Watts's Scripture Collection #XV (1760) Lyrics: 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 we 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. Scripture: Song of Solomon 2:8-13 Languages: English

The Voice of my beloved sounds

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #HXV (1760) Lyrics: 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 heavenly 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"? My Heart would fain out-fly the Wind, And leave all earthly Loves behind. Scripture: Song of Solomon 2:8-13 Languages: English

The Voice of my beloved sounds

Hymnal: Appendix, Containing a Number of Hymns Taken Chiefly from Dr. Watts's Scriptural Collection #XV (1765) Lyrics: 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. Scripture: Song of Solomon 2:8-13 Languages: English

The Voice of my Beloved sounds

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #I.LXIX (1766) Lyrics: 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 through the Vsle of Flesh I see With Eyes of Love he looks at me; Now in the Gospel's clearest Glass He shews 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 win'try 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 heavenly 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 we 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. Topics: Christ Communion with Him; Church Conversing with Christ viz. seeking, finding, calling, answering; Song of Solomon paraphrased Scripture: Song of Solomon 2:8-13 Languages: English

The voice of my Beloved sounds

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #561 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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. Now through 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. 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. "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. "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. And when we hear our Jesus say, "Rise up, my love, make haste away!" Our hearts would fain outfly the wind, And leave all earthly loves behind. Topics: Blessings of a person; Comfort holiness, and pardon; Grace without merit; Obedience sincere; Sincerity; Confession of sin, repentance, and pardon; Conscience its guilt relieved; Faith in the blood of Christ; Guilt of conscience relieved; Justification free; Pardon and confession; Repentance confession, and pardon Scripture: Song of Solomon 2:8-13 Languages: English

Hymn 69

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.69 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: The voice of my Beloved sounds Lyrics: 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. Now through 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. 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. "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. "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. And when we hear our Jesus say, "Rise up, my love, make haste away!" Our hearts would fain outfly the wind, And leave all earthly loves behind. Scripture: Song of Solomon 2:8-13 Languages: English

Christ appearing to his church, and seeking here company

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #I.LXIX (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The voice of my beloved sounds Lyrics: 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 wint'ry 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 we 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. Scripture: Song of Solomon 2:8-13 Languages: English

The voice of my beloved sounds

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Reformed Methodist Pocket Hymnal #II.74 (1828)

The voice of my beloved sounds

Hymnal: Christian Psalmody, in Four Parts; containing Dr. Watt's Psalms Abridged; Dr. Watt's Hymns Abridged; Select Hymns from Other Authors; and Select Harmony #WH.I.69 (1817) Languages: English