Ver. I fat me down with great delight,
My weary foul to reft,

Beneath his fhade; and, O how fweet
His fruit was to my taste!

4 He brought me to his houfe of wine,
To feaft; and then to aid

The banner of his love divine
He over me difplay'd.

5 Stay me with flaggons, comfort me
With apples from above:

I languish till my Lord I fee;
Hafte, for I'm fick of love.

6 He's come, and with his left-hand he
Supports my finking head;
And his right-hand embracing me,
Strong comfort brings with fpeed.
you obteft,

7 O Salemites, I

By rural hinds and roes,

Wake not my Love, while pleas'd to reft;
Nor mar the fweet repose.

8 Lo! my Belov'd, whofe voice fo nigh
My foul with wonder fills,
Comes leaping on the mountains high,
And fkipping on the hills.

9 With speed his active love to fhow
On heights that would us part;
He's like the pleasant, bounding roe,
Or loving youthful hart:

Lo! he behind our wall doth ftand;
He's at the windows feen,
Difplaying through the grate at hand
Himfelf, in flow'ry green.

10 Sweet was my Lord's most charming tone, When thus I heard him fay,

"Rife up, my love, my fairest one;
"Make halte, and come away.

"Inviting fpring adorns the clime;
"For, lo! the winter's past;
Now is the fair accepted time,
Quite o'er's the ftormy blast.

Ver. "The flow'rs upon the earth appear; 12 "Birds finging time's at hand:

13

"The turtle's voice, to charm the ear,
"Is heard within our land.

"Green figs upon their trees are grown;
"Young grapes are fmelling gay:
Arife, my love my comely one;
"Make hafte, and come away.

14 "O thou, my dove, that in cleft rocks
"And fecret ftairs I fpy,

15

"Abfconding there, through fear of fhokes,
"Or fhame to face the sky:
"Come let thy beauteous face appear,
"Lift up thy voice to me;

"For well thy voice delights mine ear,
Thy countenance mine eye.

"Take us the foxes with engines,
The little foxes here,

"That fpoil the vineyard; for our vines
"Meft tender grapes do bear."

16 My well beloved Lord is mine;
And likewife I am his :

Among the lily-beds his fine

A pleasant feeding is.

17 Until day break, and fhades depart : Turn, my Belov'd, and flee

Swift like the roe, or youthful hart,
On Bether hills to me.

CHAP. III.

The Fight and Victory of the Church in Temptation, and ber Gloriation in CHRIST.

[The Church's Words.]

BY night upon my bed I fought

Him whom my foul doth love;
I fought him, but I found him not;
Which did my floth reprove.

2 I'll rife in queft of my Belov'd,
And fearch the city round,

In public streets: fo there I rov'd,
Yet, ah! he was not found.

3

Ver. The city-watchmen met with me,
Their wonted round who move;
To them I faid, O did you fee

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5

The object of my love?

'Twas but a little farther on
I past from them apart,

But to my joy I found anon
The darling of my heart:
I held him, nor would let him go,
Till I had brought him home,
My mother's house and room into,
That bore me in her womb.

O Salem's race, I you obteft,

By rural hinds and roes,

Wake not my love, while pleas'd to rest
Nor mar the fweet repofe.

[The Companions Words.]
Who's this from defart does fo feet,
Like fmoky pillars rise,

Perfum'd with myrrh and incense sweet,
Adorn'd to our furprize?

[The Church's Words.]

Behold his bed that Solomon's,

For

and
peace pomp renown'd!

Which threefcore men of Ifra'l's fons
As valiant guards furround.

8 They all bear arms couragiously,
Expert and train'd to fight:

Each with his fword upon his thigh,
Because of fear by night.

9 The chariot which King Solomon
Did for himfelf array,

Did frame of wood from Lebanon ;
With filver pillars stay :

10 Did gold its bottom, and above
Its cov'ring purple make;

The midft thereof was pav'd with love,
For Salem's daughters fake.

TI Go, virgins, fee king Solomon,

Deck'd with the crown fo gay,
His mother crown'd him with, upon
His joyful marriage-day.

CHA P. IV.

2

CHRIST fetteth forth the Graces of the Church, and bewerb bis love to her. She prayeth to be made fit for bis. Prefence.

Ver. Lo

[Chrift's Words.]:

O! thou art fair to me, my love;
Lo! Zion, thou art fair;

Thy eyes, as of a beauteous dove,
Shine thro' thy locks of hair:
Gay like a pleasant flock of goats,
On Gilead's stately height,
Is thine adorning hair, (that notes
Thy known deportment bright.)
2 Thy teeth are like a flock of fheep,.
Even thorn, from washing `come;
Each active grace does order keep,
And bring its product home.
3 Thy lips resemble scarlet thread,
And comely speech, indear:
Within thy locks thy temples red,
Like 'granates halv'd appear.

4 Thy neck is like to David's tow'r,
Built for a magazine;

Whofe pegs a thousand bucklers bore,
All fhields of mighty men.

Thy breafts refembling two young roes,
Do feed like friendly twins,
'Mong lily fields, thy babes and those
That haunt thy public inns.

6 Till day-break chafe the fhades of woe,
I'll reft in Zion ftill;

Unto the mount of myrrh I'll go,

And to the incenfe hill.

My love thou art all fair and clean,

The chief of beauteous brides;

No fpot in thee is to be feen,

But what my favour hides..

Tut we ne 1 ter vina.

* O Filem's me. I you titel,
Eira 35 é nes,

Wake mt my leve, wille reas'd to ref;
Nemere fwest repcie.

The Concours Fri
War's to from defart does fo Beet,
Like fmky pillars rife,
Perfum'd with myrrh and incense sweet,
Adorn'd to our furprize?

(The Church's Word:.]
7 Behold his bed that Solomon's,
For peace and pomp renown'd!
Which threefcore men of Ifra't's fons
As valiant guards furround.

8 They all bear arms couragiously,
Expert and train'd to fight:
Each with his fword upon his thigh,
Because of fear by night.

9 The chariot which King Solomon
Did for himself array,

Did frame of wood from Lebanor
With filver pillars New •