Cant. i. 7.
Sweet shades and
fields that glow with summer flowers,
How
dear are ye to me!
Alone with Jesus,
doth my heart adore Him,
That
ye are fair to see.
Sweet shades and
fields that glow with summer flowers,
How
dear are ye to me!
Nought seen in you
but tender grace revealing,
How
fair His thoughts must be.
Sweet shades and
fields that glow with summer flowers,
How
dear are ye to me!
How soft the
breathings of Thy love, Lord Jesus,
I
rest my heart on Thee.
All, all that buds,
and blossoms, and rejoices,
Hath
my Beloved made;
His wisdom and His
tenderness and gladness
Told
forth in leaf and blade.
All, all that buds,
and blossoms, and rejoices,
Hath
my Beloved made;
All moves unto the
music of His power
That
fills the woodland glade.
All, all that buds,
and blossoms, and rejoices,
Hath
my Beloved made;
But heaven and
earth, in all their radiant glory
To
Him are midnight shade.
Lord Jesus, Thee to
meet and to adore Thee,
I
sit here all alone--
All else may vanish
as the mists of morning,
Thou
art mine all, mine own.
Lord Jesus, Thee to
meet and to adore Thee,
I
sit here all alone;
To drink afresh the
river of Thy pleasures,
Know
more of the unknown.
Lord Jesus, Thee to
meet and to adore Thee,
I
sit here all alone;
And lose myself,
and find that Thou art only,
Beside
Thee nought and none.
Alone with Thee to
dwell, O my Beloved,
Is
heaven on earth begun;
Whilst vanity of
vanities outwearies
All
hearts beneath the Sun.
Alone with Thee to
dwell, O by Beloved,
Is
heaven on earth begun;
Above the midnight
and the noonday glory,
Our
resting-place is won.
Alone with Thee to
dwell, O my Beloved,
Is
heaven on earth begun;
And Thou my joy,
mine everlasting Heaven,
My
pilgrim journey done.
G. T. S.
