HYMN 18. The Churches Spikenard, Cantic. the 1st. Sung at the Lord's-Supper.
1
Our
King doth at his Table sit,
and I that Love him well,
Will pour my Spikenard on his feet,
which gives a fragrant Smell.
2
My well-Beloved is to me
a bundle of sweet Myrrh,
And with me he'll make his abode,
and from me never stir.
3
My well-Beloved is to me,
like to the choicest VVines;
Like Clusters of the Camphire Trees,
amongst the fruitful Vines.
4
O blessed Jesus thou art fair,
my beauty is from thee!
Nay, thou art fair beyond compare,
and precious unto me!
5
Let others on their Dainties feed,
and drink the richest VVine;
My feasts doth all their feasts exceed,
when thou say'st I am thine.
6
I therefore will commend him still,
and sing unto his Praise,
He Dy'd for me, therefore shall be
my Joy and Song always.