HYMN 17. A Hymn of Christs divine Love, on Cant. 1.
1
Come
near, come nearer yet and move
thy sweetest Lips to mine?
For why, thy Love, who art all Love,
excels the choicest Wine!
2
Like to an Ointment Poured out,
is thy sweet Name, and Favour;
Wise Virgins compass thee about,
for thy good Ointments Savour.
3
O Draw me with thy Cords of Love!
we will run after thee;
The King into his Chambers hath
in Love Conducted me.
4
Thy rays will make our faces Shine,
in thee we will rejoyce;
Thy Love is better far than VVine;
thou art the vpright's Choice!
5
But O thou, whom my Soul doth Love!
Tell me, O tell me soon,
Where feeds thy Flock; where is the place
thou mak'st them rest at Noon?
6
Why should I stray and lose my way!
till I at last do fall
Among thy fellows Flocks (as they
themselves do proudly Call.)
7
O fairest One; if thou wouldst know
where thou shouldst feed and ly,
The foot-steps of the Flock will show
the way asuredly?