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Ver. View not my scorch'd and fun-burnt face.; 16 No beauty there you'll fee :

My mother churches angry race

Have roughly dealt with me.
Their hate and envy made me trudge,

Their vineyards to inspect ;
And while at theirs I was a drudge,

Mine own I did neglect.
But thou, my foul's beloved One,

O tell me I request!
Where feedest thou, and where at noon

Mak’st thou thy Aick to rest :
For why should I with sorrow flain'd,

As one led off the way,
Mong Aocks of thy companions feign'd
Be left to go astray ?

[Cbrifi's Words.]
8 Know'st thou not, faireft of fair brides?

Go trace the feet of saints,
The focks fair steps, and feed thy kids

Beside the shepherds tents.
9 My love, I have, to hold thee out

Gainst foes that would thee wrong,
Made thee like Pharaoh's flately rout,

Of chariot-horses strong.
20 Great comeliness thy drefs bespeaks ;

The graces all thee deck;
Rare jewel-rows adorn thy cheeks,

And golden chains thy neck.
4.1 My Father working still with me,

We will with pow'r divine,
More golden borders make for thee,

With studs of Silver fine.

[Tbc Churcb's Words. ]
42 Lo! while the King of Zion crown'a,

Sits at his table head,
My spikenard, flowing, doth around

Its grateful odour {preado

Ver. Like as of myrrh a bundle, lo! 13 My well-beloved Guest

Shall, all the night of fin and wo,

Within my bofum reft. 14 In vineyards fair of Engedi

Are camphire clusters sweet;
Much more is my Belov'd to me,
When he and I do meet.

[Cbrift's Words. ]
15 Lo'! thou art fair ; lo ! thou, my love,

Art fair, without disguise ;
The beauties of the modeft dove
Are in thy graceful eyes.

[Tbe Church's Words.]
16 Nay, my Belov'd, who, me to screen,

Thy beauty put'st on me,
Thrice fair art thou ; yea, what a green

And flow'ry bed have we ! 17 The royal house of our repair

Hath beams of cedar strong,
With cypress galleries ; and there
In state we walk along.

CH A P. I.
The mutual Love of Christ and ibe Cburcb, with

ber Hope and Calling ; ord CHRIST's Care of heri,
with the Profesion of ber Faith and Hope.

[Cbriff's Words.]
I AM the rofe of Sharon fair,

To ;
The lily of the valley, there

To grace the lowest ground. .
3 Among the daughters in the throng

My love, whom grace adorns,
Shines as the lily does among
The rugged hurtful thorns.

[The Church's Words.]
3 As th' apple-tree does far excel

Trees of the common wood;
So my Belov'd surpasseth all

The Sons of noblest blood.

Ver. I sat me down with great delight,

My weary soul to reft,
Beneath his shade; and, O how sweet

His fruit was to my taste!
4 He brought me to his house of wine,

To feaft; and then to aid
The banner of his love divine

He over me display'd.
5 Stay me with flaggons, comfort me

With apples from above :
I languish till my Lord I fee;

Halte, for I'm sick of love.
6 He's come, and with his left-hand he

Supports my fioking head;
And his right-hand embracing me,

Strong comfort brings with speed. y O Salemites, I you obtest,

By rural hinds and roes,
Wake not my Love, while pleas'd to reft;

Nor mar the sweet repose.
8 Lo! my Belov'd, whose voice so nigh

My soul with wonder fills,
Comes leaping on the mountains high,

And skipping on the hills.
9 With speed his active love to show

On heights that would us part;
He's like the pleasant, bounding roe,

Or loving youthful hart:
Lo! he behind our wall doth stand;

He's at the windows feen,
Displaying through the grate at hand

Himself, in fow'ry green. 10 Sweet was my Lord's most charming tone,

When thus I heard him say,
“ Rise up, my love, my fairest one;

“ Make halte, and come away.
“ Inviting spring adorns the clime ;

“ For, lo ! the winter's past;
Now is the fair accepted time,
• Quite o'er's the stormy blast,


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Ver. “ The flow'rs upon the earth appear;

“ Birds singing time's at hand:
" The turtle's voice, to charm the ear,

" Is beard within our land.
“ Green figs upon their trees are grown;

“ Young grapes are smelling gay:
Arise, my love my comely one;

" Make hafte, and come away.
14 “ O thou, my dove, that in cleft rocks

“ And secret stairs I spy,
“ Absconding there, through fear of shokes,

“ Or shame to face the sky :
“ Come let thy beauteous face appear,

“ Lift up thy voice to me;
“ For well thy voice delights mine ear,

“ Thy countenance mine eye.
15 “ Take us the foxes with engines,

“ The little foxes here,
“ That spoil the vineyard; for our vines

“ Mit tender grapes do bear."
16 My well beloved Lord is mine ;

And likewise I am his :
Among the lily-beds his fine

A pleasant feeding is.
17 Until day break, and shades depart:

Turn, my Belov'd, and flee
Swift like the roe, or youthful hart,
On Bether hills to me.

The Fight and Victory of the Church in Temptation,
and ber Gloriation in CHRIST.

[Tbe Church's Words.]
BY night upon my bed I fought

Him whom my soul doth love;
I fought him, but I found him not ;

Which did my sloth reprove.
2 l'll rise in quest of my Belov’d,

And search the city round,
In public streets : so there I rov'd,

Yet, ah! he was not found.

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Ver. The city.watchmen met with me,

Their wonted round who move;
To them I said, o did you see

The object of my love?
4 'Twas but a little farther on

I past from them apart,
But to my joy I found anon

The darling of my heart :
I held him, nor would let him ga,

Till I had brought him home,
My mother's house and room into,

That bore me in her womb.
3 O Salem's race, I you obtest,

By rural hinds and roes,
Wake not my love, while pleas!d to rest;
Nor mar the sweet repose.

[T be Companions Words.]
Who's this from defart does so fleet,

Like smoky pillars rise,
Perfum'd with myrrh and incense sweet,
Adorn'd to our surprize?

[The Cburcb's Words.]
Behold his bed that Solomon's,

For peace and pomp renown'd!
Which threescore men of Isra'l's fons

As valiant guards surround.
8 They all bear arms couragiously,

Expert and train'd to fight :
Each with his sword upon his thigh,

Because of fear by night.
9 The chariut which King Solomon

Did for himself array,
Did frame of wood from Lebanon;

With silver pillars stay :
10 Did gold its bottom, and above

Its cov'ring purple make;
The midst thereof was pav'd with love,

For Salem's daughters fake.
II Go, virgins, see king Solomon,

Deck'd with the crown fo gay,
His mother crown'd him with, upon

His joyful

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