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.|