| 1 | Thy name is sweet as ointment poured forth; |
| | Better Thy love than wine, O draw Thou me! |
| | If we the footsteps follow of the flock, |
| | Entered Thy fellowship of love we’ll be. |
| 2 | He’s my Beloved, I am His own love; |
| | He draweth me, pursue I after Him. |
| | Fragrant as myrrh, I’d hide Him in my heart; |
| | Beauteous as henna*, I’d be clothed with Him; |
| 3 | Bathe in His love, and of His fatness taste, |
| | Lie on His breast, His sweetness there enjoy; |
| | His love the banner, His affection shown |
| | Tenderly soothes my heart to purest joy. |
| 4 | Oh, my Beloved’s mine, and I am His; |
| | I am a lily and my Shepherd He; |
| | May daybreak come, the shadows flee away, |
| | Him on the mountains as a hart I’d see. |
| 5 | Myrrh of the death with Him and frankincense, |
| | The resurrection, permeate my heart; |
| | North wind awake, and let the south wind blow, |
| | Make my heart’s garden pleasure to His heart. |
| 6 | I’d be to Him a dove that’s undefiled, |
| | As a pure lily in His presence be, |
| | His, wholly His, the joy of all His joys, |
| | He wholly mine, the Song of songs to me. |
| 7 | Fair as the moon, conformed to Him I’d be, |
| | Clear as the sun, unto His stature grown; |
| | For my Beloved, all to please His heart, |
| | For my Beloved, that His life be shown. |
| 8 | Thou art my life, and I Thine image real; |
| | Love in such union is as death most strong, |
| | Ne’er can it be destroyed or e’er replaced |
| | Till Thou on spices mountains come ere long. |
| * Old World plant, prized for its fragrant yellow and |
| white flowers. (Song of Sol. 1:14, A.S.V.) |
