God’s life and building can be seen

God’s life and building can be seen

Within the Song of Songs;

He shows by types His seeking ones

The Bride for whom Christ longs!

She

as a team of horses shows

A love

so swift and strong!

But this is love that’s natural—

It pulls the world along!

As time goes by

her concepts change

With dove’s eyes she can see

That naught can with her love compare—

There’s none so dear as He!

A lily she is now to Him

(For still the Lord draws on)

Her faith is not in earthly toil

But in the wondrous Son.

She’s next a dove who hides herself

Within the cloven rock;

Now in her Lord’s ascended life

Is love which knows no shock!

Of smoke

a pillar she’s become

And now

as wand’ring ends

Her wills to His will are subdued

What fragrance sweet ascends!

Behold His couch . . . (O

can this be?)

E’en midst the fearsome night . . .

She now affords her Lord such rest

The foe is put to flight!

A vessel to contain the King!

(This type is full of worth.)

A palanquin He’s made Himself

For His move on the earth!

Of wood this vessel is composed:

Christ’s ris’n humanity.

Its silver pillars for support

And floor of gold we see!

The seat of purple signifies

Christ is of kings the King.

To Him

as fittings for within

Their love His dear ones bring!

The day will come—(’tis surely soon)

And glad will be Thy heart—

What boast and glory to Thyself;

Thy crown

Thy counterpart!

A garden fair

enclosed is she

With spices

fragrant

sweet.

She now brings forth materials

The building to complete!

A city pleasant

comely

too;

No greater building

this!

So beautiful

yet to the foe

A conq’ring army ’tis!

As we eat Jesus

praise the Lord

The transformation’s done

Until at last

the work’s complete—

Christ and His Bride are one!