Part 1:"The Song of Songs," the loveliest song, The song of love the King,No joy on earth compares to His, But seems a broken thing.His name as ointment is poured forth, And all His lovers sing.Draw me---I will run after thee, Thou art my heart's one choice,Oh, bring me to thy royal house, To dwell there and rejoice.There is thy presence, O my King, To feast and hear thy voice.Look not upon me with contempt, Though soiled and marred I be,The King found me---an outcast thing--- And set His love on me.I shall be perfected by Love, Made fair as day to see. Hannah Hurnard
Part 2O thou whom my soul Loveth, Tell me where thou dost feed,And where thy flocks at noonday To rest and browse dost lead. For why should I By others be, And not by thee?O fairest among women, Dost thou indeed not know?Then lead my little flocket The way that my flocks go; And be to me, As I to thee, Sweet company. Hannah Hurnard
Part 3Now when the King at the table sits, My spikenard smelleth sweet,And myrrh and campshire from my store I pour upon His feet.My thankful love must be displayed,He loved and wooed a beggar maid.Ye daughters of Jerusalem, I'm black to look uponAs goatskin tents; but also as The tent of Solomon.Without, I bear the marks of sin,But love's adorning is within.Despise me not that I am black, The sun hath burned my face,My mother's children hated me, And drove me from my place.In their vineyards I toiled and wept.But my own vineyard have not kept.I am not fair save to the King, Though fair my royal dress,His kingly grace is lavished on My need and worthlessness.My blemishes He will not seeBut loves the beauty that shall be.