L. M. The banquet of love. SS 2:1-4,6,7. Behold the Rose of Sharon here, The Lily which the valleys bear; Behold the Tree of Life, that gives Refreshing fruit and healing leaves. Amongst the thorns so lilies shine; Amongst wild gourds the noble vine; So in mine eyes my Savior proves, Amidst a thousand meaner loves. Beneath his cooling shade I sat, To shield me from the burning heat; Of heav'ly fruit he spreads a feast, To feed mine eyes and please my taste. [Kindly he brought me to the place Where stands the banquet of his grace; He saw me faint, and o'er my head The banner of his love he spread. With living bread and gen'rous wine, He cheers this sinking heart of mine; And op'ning his own heart to me, He shows his thoughts how kind they be.] O never let my Lord depart; Lie down, and rest upon my heart; I charge my sins not once to move, Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love. |