Lo! Zan hun wear Thy eyes, as a Dealers Le 3 Thy hips refemble (carier trans Like "granates a 4 Thy neck is like Built for a m Whole pegs & Thy breats Ver. Fair spouse by marriage-ties alone 8 I urge my call on thee; Come, come with me from Lebanon, Look from Amana's top that chills, 9 My fifter, fpoufe, thou in effect, Thy fav'ry ointment smell above II Thy lips drop like the honey-comb; 12 My love's a garden well inclos'd, A fpring fhut up, and unexpos'd; 13 Thy plants of grace do parallel 14 Here pomegranates and camphire grow; 'Nard, cinamon, myrrh, aloes blow 15 My love's a garden-fountain known, Whofe glad'ning streams from Lebanon [The Church's Words.] 16 Awake, O north-wind; come thou fouth; Soon will the breath, Lord, from thy mouth Ver. Then, Lord, come fhare the pleasant spice, 1 CHAP. V. A CHRIST awaketh the Church by his calling. She baving a Taste of his Love, is fick of Love. Defcription of CHRIST by bis Graces. [Chrift's Words.] I'M come, my spouse and sister dear; I've gather'd up my fpice and myrrh, My feaft of honey, milk, and wine, [The Church's Words.] 2 I fleep, but yet my heart's awake; 3 'Tis my Beloved's voice thus fpake, ་ Open, my dove, my undefil'd; "Love, give not love the flight: Base floth reply'd, "I'm now undrefs'd; How fhall I leave this bed of reft, My new wafh'd feet to ftain ?" 4 My Lord then by the shut-door's hole 5 Which with lov'd-wounds fo pierc'd my foul, When up to ope I did me ftir, In answer to his knock: My hands and fingers drop'd fweet myrrh, On handles of the lock. Wer. I open'd then to my Belov'd, 6 But he, alas! was gone: His late love-fuits my mind fo mov'd, I fought him whom my foul ador'd, I call'd and cry'd, My Love, my Lord; 7 The cruel city watch me found, Who did me rudely fmite and wound, 8 O Salem's race, of better mind, [The Companions Words.] 9 O faireft, what Belov'd is thine? [The Church's Words.] 10. O my Belov'd, could you him fee, I His head's of fineft gold t' attract, 12 His dove-like eyes most bright appear,. 13 His cheeks are like a fpicy bed, Where choice perfumes do meet; 14 Ver. As rings of gold, with beryl fet, 15 His legs like marble-pillars are, His face like Lebanon most fair, 16 Moft fweet is that blefs'd mouth of his, I O Salem's daughters this is he С Н А Р. VI. The Church profeffeth ber Faith in CHRIST. He fheweth the Graces of the Church, and bis Love towards her. [The Companions Words.] F thy Belov'd, O fairest fair, IF Be fuch a matchlefs one, With thee we'd feek him, wift we where; O tell us where he's gone! [The Church's Words.] 2 My Lord's down to his garden drefs'd, 3 I'm my Belov'd's, and he is mine; Among the lilies there that fhine [Chrift's Words.] 4 My love, like Tirzah, fair array'd, Thou like an hoft, with flags difplay'd, |