Hymn: North Wind, arise, awaken

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North Wind, arise, awaken

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Would that my well-beloved would come!
Be with me ever, tasting of my love!
Would that my well-beloved would come!
Be with me ever, tasting of my love!

Pour on His head my spikenard,
Rub with my hair His feet;
As on His throne He's sitting,
Make all His house smell sweet.
(repeat)
He is of trees the Apple;
I in His shade delight.
Ripe is His fruit and sweet, which
Strengthens and cheers my heart.
(repeat)
Thou Whom I love, come hither—
I'm Thine, and Thou art mine—
Into the fields let's go forth,
Tasting their fruits so fine.
(repeat)
Lord, as a seal, do set me
Firmly upon Thine heart.
Stronger than death His love is;
Which floods cannot drown out.
(repeat)
Whom do I have in heaven?—
None can compare with Thee.
None on the earth I'd treasure—
No one, dear Lord, but Thee.
(repeat)