1 [Who is this fair one in distress, That travels from the wilderness? And press'd with sorrows and with sins, On her beloved Lord she leans.
2 This is the spouse of Christ our God, Bought with the treasure of his blood; And her request and her complaint Is but the voice of every saint.]
3 "O let my name engraven stand, "Both on thy heart and on thy hand: "Seal me upon thine arm; and wear "That pledge of love for ever there.
4 "Stronger than death thy love is known, "Which floods of wrath could never drown; "And hell and earth in vain combine "To quench a fire so much divine.
5 "But I am jealous of my heart, Lest it should once from thee depart; "Then let thy name be well impress'd As a fair signet on my breast.
6 "Till thou hast brought me to thy home, "Where fears and doubts can never come, "Thy count'nance let me often see, "And often thou shalt hear from me.
7 "Come, my beloved, haste away, "Cut short the hours of thy delay, "Fly like a youthful hart or roe "Over the hills where spices grow."