The voice of my Beloved

The voice of my Beloved

Behold

He quickly comes;

He leaps upon the mountains

And o’er the hills He runs.

The signs of His appearing

Are seen on every side;

The Bridegroom soon is coming

To claim His loving Bride.

How real that He is coming—

Come quickly

Lord

again!

We watch for His appearing

His precious Word amen.

Oh

don’t delay His coming

Pray without ceasing

pray;

He’s eagerly awaiting

That coming wedding day.

He longs to hear our voices

He longs to see our face—

Our voices filled with sweetness

Our countenance with grace.

“Arise

My love

My fair one

We long to hear Him say.

The voice of our Beloved—

“Arise and come away!”

The winter rain is over

The flowers appear on earth;

The rising sun of Jesus

Fills all our hearts with mirth.

It is the time of singing

The turtle dove is heard;

For our Beloved’s coming

The sweetest chords are stirred.

Oh

let us take the foxes

That spoil the blooming vine;

Our vineyards are in blossom

And all

Beloved

is Thine.

The day is quickly dawning

The shadows flee away;

Upon the mount of spices

Our Lord may come today.