My beloved, he calls, he Put in his hand, and did wondrously By the hole of the door, I was drawn. And my bowels were moved, When I heard him stir For him, I prevented the dawn.
I have put off the old man, My coat, my corruption. How shall I put it on? It’s dirty and soiled. I have washed and been washed From my sins. My feet you have washed How shall I defile them? (Again)
I sleep, death has no victory, But my heart waketh: I hear his sound. It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, I am his, a sheep of his fold, Saying, Open to me, My sister, joint-heir; My love, chosen; My dove, ravished; My undefiled: sanctified. For my head is filled with dew, ToContinue reading “Song 5.2 |Open”
I am come into my garden, the place of fellowship My sister, my spouse: O Church. I have gathered my myrrh, the residue of resurrection With my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb, in the presence of friends With my honey; I have drunk my wine at the supper With my milk: Eat, O friends;Continue reading “Song 5.1 |On the Supper”