North Wind, arise, awaken

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North Wind, arise, awaken!
South Wind, come blow on me!
Blow on my heart’s green garden;
Fill it with fragrance sweet.
North Wind, arise, awaken!
South Wind, come blow on me!
Blow on my heart’s green garden;
Fill it with fragrance sweet.
GNorth 
Wind, a
D7rise, 
a
Gwak
en! 
South Wind, come 
D7blow 
on 
Gme! 
EmBlow 
on my 
Bheart's 
green 
Ggar
A7den; 
DFill 
it with 
A7fra
grance 
Dsweet. 
GNorth 
Wind, a
D7rise, 
a
Gwak
en! 
South Wind, come 
D7blow 
on 
Gme! 
EmBlow 
on my 
Bheart's 
green 
Ggar
A7den; 
DFill 
it with 
A7fra
grance 
Dsweet. 
 
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!
GWould 
that my 
D7well-
beloved would 
Gcome! 
G7Be 
with me 
Cev
er, tasting 
A7of 
my 
Dlove! 
GWould 
that my 
D7well-
beloved would 
G7come! 
CBe 
with me 
A7ev
er, tasting 
Gof 
D7my 
Glove!
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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)
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)
3
He is of trees the Apple;
I in His shade delight.
Ripe is His fruit and sweet, which
Strengthens and cheers my heart.
(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)
4
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)
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)
5
Lord, as a seal, do set me
Firmly upon Thine heart.
Stronger than death His love is;
Which floods cannot drown out.
(repeat)
Lord, as a seal, do set me
Firmly upon Thine heart.
Stronger than death His love is;
Which floods cannot drown out.
(repeat)
6
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)
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)
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David Liu

Berkeley, CA, United States

Amen


Sister

South Africa

You are altogether lovely my Beloved!