Awake, O north wind; release my soul. And come, thou south; carry me to heaven. Blow upon my garden, O Holy Ghost, That the spices thereof may flow out. Presence awakens life. Let my beloved come into his garden, To feed among the Lilies, And eat his pleasant fruits, Which his wind has grown.
No matter the weakening moment you face today, God is with you in it. Lean on his strength and promise.
A fountain of gardens, The Holy Ghost floods my soul. A well of living waters, Springing up into everlasting life. And streams from Lebanon, Beloved, give me this water, That I thirst not, Neither come hither to draw.
Spikenard and saffron; groom my soul, Calamus and cinnamon, invite the senses. With all trees of frankincense; preparing the way, Myrrh and aloes, the hundred pound wieght. With all the chief spices: ready for your tomb.