Let us get up early to the vineyards; I will prevent the dawning. Let us see if the vine flourish, Waiting on the Lord. Whether the tender grape appear, I will meditate on his word. And the pomegranates bud forth; Satisfied with the goodness from his hand, There will I give thee my loves, AContinue reading “Song 7:12 |Bud Forth”
Come, O King My beloved, my friend Let us go forth To enjoy your garden. Into the field; Where your fruits are growing. Let us lodge, And take our rest In the villages.
I am my beloved’s, For he was slain, And redeemed me to God By his blood out of every kindred, And tongue, and people, and nation. And his desire is toward me, And hast made me unto God, A king and priest; And I shall reign on the earth.
And the roof of thy mouth, A refined palate, Harbors the life-giving word. Like the best wine It pleases the taste For my beloved, That goeth down sweetly. And, Oh! what an affect Causing the lips of those That are asleep to speak, so that Not even death can restrain His hand.