Thy name is sweet as ointment poured forth

Thy name is sweet as ointment poured forth;

Better Thy love than wine

O draw Thou me!

If we the footsteps follow of the flock

Entered Thy fellowship of love we’ll be.

He’s my Beloved

I am His own love;

He draweth me

pursue I after Him.

Fragrant as myrrh

I’d hide Him in my heart;

Beauteous as henna*

I’d be clothed with Him;

Bathe in His love

and of His fatness taste

Lie on His breast

His sweetness there enjoy;

His love the banner

His affection shown

Tenderly soothes my heart to purest joy.

Oh

my Beloved’s mine

and I am His;

I am a lily and my Shepherd He;

May daybreak come

the shadows flee away

Him on the mountains as a hart I’d see.

Myrrh of the death with Him and frankincense

The resurrection

permeate my heart;

North wind awake

and let the south wind blow

Make my heart’s garden pleasure to His heart.

I’d be to Him a dove that’s undefiled

As a pure lily in His presence be

His

wholly His

the joy of all His joys

He wholly mine

the Song of songs to me.

Fair as the moon

conformed to Him I’d be

Clear as the sun

unto His stature grown;

For my Beloved

all to please His heart

For my Beloved

that His life be shown.

Thou art my life

and I Thine image real;

Love in such union is as death most strong

Ne’er can it be destroyed or e’er replaced

Till Thou on spices mountains come ere long.