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1
I love Thee, Jesus, And Thy love to me Draws me, ever to seek Thee And run after Thee, Draws me, ever to seek Thee And run after Thee. Thou art beloved, Yea! Altogether lovely, The One in whom my heart delighteth. Thou art beloved, Yea! Altogether lovely, The One in whom my heart delighteth.
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2
Thy love, Lord Jesus, Is sweeter than wine, And Thy fragrance of ointments My heart doth entwine, And Thy fragrance of ointments My heart doth entwine. A fount in gardens, A well of living waters, Which streams and flows from Lebanon’s mountains.
Thy love, Lord Jesus,
Is sweeter than wine,
And Thy fragrance of ointments
My heart doth entwine,
And Thy fragrance of ointments
My heart doth entwine.
A fount in gardens,
A well of living waters,
Which streams and flows from Lebanon's mountains.
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love, Lord
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wine,
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fount
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gardens,
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waters,
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3
O come Beloved, On my garden blow, That the odor of spices May break forth and flow, That the odor of spices May break forth and flow. My spouse, My sister, I’m come into My garden To feast upon wine, milk and honey.
O come Beloved,
On my garden blow,
That the odor of spices
May break forth and flow,
That the odor of spices
May break forth and flow.
My spouse, My sister,
I'm come into My garden
To feast upon wine, milk and honey.
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come
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Beloved,
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my
garden
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blow,
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spices
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break
forth and
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flow,
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odor
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break
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forth
and
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flow.
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spouse,
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sister,
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into My
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garden
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feast
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upon
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honey.
4
Set me, Lord Jesus, As seal on Thine heart; Jealousy’s cruel as Sheol, And love’s strong as death, Jealousy’s cruel as Sheol, And love’s strong as death. Much water cannot Quench love, nor do floods drown it. All man could give for love is contemned.
When we look away from all things and simply look at Him, this is the most true experience. We were made with a heart to love Him, and it's the most satisfying thing in the universe to love Him!
The Song of Songs is not only a beautiful song, it is an encouragement for us to prepare our hearts as the bride of Christ, to have our lamps trimmed, and our vessels filled with the oil. O Father, may I be ready, I do not wish to be a carcass in the wilderness thru unbelief. By the conclusion of this great song, the Shullamite has breasts as towers, as a Philly she has become two strong armies. Maturity. I know mixed metaphors but seekers will know what I am saying. Love to all.
Amen. Praise the Lord that we may have His divine life and we are mingled with His Spirit. Praise the Lord for His divine life infused into our being. Praise the Lord for such a divine romance. This song makes me fall in love with the Lord over and over again. Bless you saints. I am so deeply happy to hear such a beautiful song. Lord Jesus I love You!