1
O follow be. fellowship me!
If we’ll poured is the Thy as ointment Thy name we the sweet Thy Thou forth;
Better draw love love of of wine, flock,
Entered than footsteps
If we’ll poured is the Thy as ointment Thy name we the sweet Thy Thou forth;
Better draw love love of of wine, flock,
Entered than footsteps
2
my Him; after pursue be with own Him I’d draweth heart;
Beauteous myrrh, in as Beloved, henna*, He’s love;
He I Him.
Fragrant I’d clothed His as hide my I me, am
Beauteous myrrh, in as Beloved, henna*, He’s love;
He I Him.
Fragrant I’d clothed His as hide my I me, am
3
the taste,
Lie love in His heart His joy. and there my affection enjoy;
His His sweetness Bathe His of fatness banner, shown
Tenderly purest to breast, on soothes love, His
Lie love in His heart His joy. and there my affection enjoy;
His His sweetness Bathe His of fatness banner, shown
Tenderly purest to breast, on soothes love, His
4
and as hart the my a flee mountains He;
May my Beloved’s mine, I’d on daybreak come, I Oh, away,
Him His;
I shadows the see. a lily Shepherd am and am
May my Beloved’s mine, I’d on daybreak come, I Oh, away,
Him His;
I shadows the see. a lily Shepherd am and am
5
Myrrh wind death pleasure south resurrection, permeate and His my heart;
North Him the to let of the awake, with my frankincense,
The wind garden blow,
Make heart. heart’s and
North Him the to let of the awake, with my frankincense,
The wind garden blow,
Make heart. heart’s and
6
Him songs a pure all in be,
His, the presence I’d be mine, wholly His, to undefiled,
As lily wholly dove me. of of His that’s joys,
He Song joy to a His the
His, the presence I’d be mine, wholly His, to undefiled,
As lily wholly dove me. of of His that’s joys,
He Song joy to a His the
7
sun, to all unto to shown. be that His His my life Beloved, be,
Clear grown;
For stature the Him please Beloved, the as heart,
For my conformed as I’d His Fair moon,
Clear grown;
For stature the Him please Beloved, the as heart,
For my conformed as I’d His Fair moon,
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such Thou long. mountains ere as e’er union spices and art image my destroyed be in on Thine replaced
Till life, can come Thou real;
Love most it I death is or strong,
Ne’er
Till life, can come Thou real;
Love most it I death is or strong,
Ne’er
flowers.
(Song yellow Songs of and * for prized 1:14, A.S.V.) World white its
fragrant An plant, Old
(Song yellow Songs of and * for prized 1:14, A.S.V.) World white its
fragrant An plant, Old
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