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" I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. "
A brief exposition of the whole book of Canticles, or Song of Solomon - Page 137
by John Cotton - 1642
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The Constitution and Standards of the Associate-Reformed Church in North-America

1827 - 488 pages
...sleep, but my heart waketh : it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying. Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled ; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. I have put oft" my coat, how shall I put it on ? I have...
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Memoirs of Henry Obookiah: A Native of Owhyhee, and a Member of the Foreign ...

Edwin Welles Dwight - 1830 - 126 pages
...' Behold I stand at the door,1 &c. Christ the Saviour is knocking, saying, " Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled, for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night." I cannot help weeping. My tears are running down for...
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The Holy Bible, Containing the Old and New Testaments: Translated Out of the ...

1831 - 899 pages
...sleep, but my heart waketh : if is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, all the people, even the Amorites which dwelt in the land dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. 3 I have put off my coat ; how shall I put it on ? I...
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Horæ homileticæ, or Discourses, in the form of ..., Volume 7; Volume 22

Charles Simeon - 1832
...sleep, but my heart waketh : it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled : for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. I have put off' my coat ; how shall I put it on ? I...
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The Preacher.., Volumes 1-2

1830
...sleep but my heart waketh : it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled, for my head is filled with de-w, and my locks with the drops of the night." (To be continued.} London : PMuhedfor the Proprietor*,...
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The Evangelical Register: A Magazine for Promoting the Spread of ..., Volume 13

1841
...sleep, but my heart waketh : it is the voice of my Beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to Me, My sister, my love, my dove, My undefiled ; for My head is filled with dew, and My locks with the drops of the night."* He is represented as " knockI. The object of the Redeemer's...
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Sermons, Volume 2

Edward Dorr Griffin - 1839 - 597 pages
...sleep, but my heart waketh : it is the voice of my Beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew and my locks with the drops of the night. [Now mark how her indolence pleads.] I have put off my...
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The Glorious Mystery of the Person of Christ, God and Man: To which are ...

John Owen - 1839 - 612 pages
...but my, heart waketh ; it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled ; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. I have put off my coat, how shall I put it on ? I have...
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Sermons, Volume 2

Edward Dorr Griffin - 1839
...sleep, but my heart waketh : it is the voice of my Beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew and my locks with the drops of the night. [Now mark how her indolence pleads.] I have put off my...
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The Constitution of the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America

Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. (Old School) - 1839 - 549 pages
...sleep, but my heart waketh : it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled : for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on ? I have...
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