1 The voice of my beloved sounds Over the rocks and rising grounds, O'er hills of guilt, and seas of grief, He leaps, he flies to my relief.
2 Now thro' the veil of flesh I see With eyes of love he looks at me; Now in the gospel's clearest glass He shews the beauties of his face.
3 Gently he draws my heart along Both with his beauties and his tongue; "Rise," saith my Lord, "make haste away; "No mortal joys are worth thy stay.
4 "The Jewish wintery state is gone, "The mists are fled, the spring comes on, "The sacred turtle-dove we hear "Proclaim the new, the joyful year.
5 "Th' immortal vine of heavenly root "Blossoms and buds, and gives her fruit:" Lo, we are come to taste the wine; Our souls rejoice and bless the vine.
6 And when we hear our Jesus say, "Rise up, my love, make haste away!" Our hearts would fain out-fly the wind, And leave all earthly loves behind.