The Song of Songs 1:4

• [Sos 1:4] And Now, O Father, Mindful Of The Love

  And now, O Father, mindful of the love That bought us, once for all, on Calvary’s tree, And having with us Him that pleads above, We here present, we here spread forth to Thee, That only offering perfect in Thine eyes, The one true, pure, immortal sacrifice. Look, Father, look on His anointed face, And only look on us as found in Him; Look not on our misusings of Thy grace, Our prayer so languid, and our faith so dim; For lo! between our sins and their reward, We set the passion of Thy Son our Lord. And then for those, our dearest and our best, By this prevailing presence we appeal; O fold them closer to Thy mercy’s breast! O do Thine utmost for their souls’ true weal! From tainting mischief keep them white and clear, And crown Thy gifts with strength to persevere. And so we come; O draw us to Thy feet, Most patient Savior, who canst love us still! And by this food, so awful and so sweet, Deliver us from every touch of ill: In Thine own service make us glad and free, And grant us nevermore to part with Thee.

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• [Sos 1:4] In Memory Of The Savior’s Love

  In memory of the Savior’s love We keep the sacred feast, When every humble, contrite heart Is made a welcome guest. Symbolic of His broken flesh, We take the broken bread, The cup in token of His blood That was for sinners shed. Under His banner now we sing The wonders of His love And so anticipate by faith The heav’nly feast above.
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The Song of Songs 4:16

• [Sos 4:16] Christ Hath A Garden

  We are a garden walled around, Chosen and made peculiar ground; A little spot enclosed by grace Out of the world’s wide wilderness. Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand, Planted by God the Father’s hand; And all His springs in Zion flow, To make the young plantation grow. Awake, O, heav’nly wind! and come, Blow on this garden of perfume; Spirit divine! descend and breathe A gracious gale on plants beneath. Make our best spices flow abroad, To entertain our Savior God And faith, and love, and joy appear, And every grace be active here. Let my Belovèd come and taste His pleasant fruits at His own feast: “I come, My spouse, I come!” He cries, With love and pleasure in His eyes. Our Lord into His garden comes, Well pleased to smell our poor perfumes, And calls us to a feast divine, Sweeter than honey, milk, or wine. “Eat of the tree of life, My friends, The blessings that My Father sends; Your taste shall all My dainties prove, And drink abundance of My love.” Jesus, we will frequent Thy board, And sing the bounties of our Lord; But the rich food on which we live Demands more praise than tongues can give.

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• [Sos 4:16] O Holy Ghost, Thy People Bless

  O Holy Ghost, Thy people bless Who long to feel Thy might, And fain would grow in holiness As children of the light. To Thee we bring, who art the Lord, Ourselves to be Thy throne; Let every thought and deed and word Thy pure dominion own. Life giving Spirit, o’er us move, As on the formless deep; Give life and order, light and love, Where now is death or sleep. Great Gift of our ascended King, His saving truth reveal; Our tongues inspire His praise to sing, Our hearts His love to feel. True Wind of Heav’n, from south or north, For joy or chastening, blow; The garden spices shall spring forth If Thou wilt bid them flow. O Holy Ghost, of sevenfold might, All graces come from Thee; Grant us to know and serve aright One God in Persons Three.

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The Song of Songs 2:14

• [Sos 2:14] Speak, I Pray Thee, Gentle Jesus!

  Speak, I pray Thee, gentle Jesus! O, how passing sweet Thy words, Breathing o’er my troubled spirit Peace which never earth affords. All the world’s distracting voices, All th’enticing tones of ill, At Thy accents mild, melodious, Are subdued, and all is still. Tell me Thou art mine, O Savior, Grant me an assurance clear; Banish all my dark misgivings, Still my doubting, calm my fear. O, my soul within me yearneth Now to hear Thy voice divine; So shall grief be gone for ever, And despair no more be mine.

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• [Sos 2:14] Sweeter Than All

  Christ will me His aid afford, Never to fall, never to fall, While I find my precious Lord, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain Jesus is now, and ever will be, Sweeter than all the world to me, Since I heard His loving call, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. I will follow all the way, Hearing Him call, hearing Him call, Finding Him, from day to day, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain Tho’ a vessel I may be, Broken and small, broken and small, Yet His blessings fall on me, Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain When I reach the crystal sea, Voices will call, voices will call, But my Savior’s voice will be Sweeter than all, sweeter than all. Refrain

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The Song of Songs 8:5-6

• [Sos 8:5] Who Is This Fair One In Distress?

  Who is this fair one in distress, That travels from the wilderness? And pressed with sorrows and with sins, On her belovèd Lord she leans. This is the spouse of Christ our God, Bought with the treasure of His blood; And her request and her complaint Is but the voice of every saint. “O let my name engraven stand Both on Thy heart and on Thy hand; Seal me upon Thine arm, and wear That pledge of love for ever there. “Stronger than death Thy love is known, Which floods of wrath could never drown; And hell and earth in vain combine To quench a fire so much divine. “But I am jealous of my heart, Lest it should once from Thee depart; Then let Thy Name be well impressed, As a fair signet on my breast. “Till Thou hast brought me to Thy home, Where fears and doubts can never come, Thy countenance let me often see, And often Thou shalt hear from me. “Come, my Belovèd, haste away, Cut short the hours of Thy delay; Fly like a youthful hart or roe Over the hills where spices grow.”

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