"The Song of Songs," the loveliest song,
The song of Love the King,
No joy on earth compares with his,
But seems a broken thing.
Draw me- I will run after thee,
Thou aret my herart's one choice,
Oh, bring me to thy royal house,
To dwell there and rejoice.
There in thy presence, O my King,
To fease 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.
(Cant. 1:16)
Hinds' feet on High Places byHannah Hurnard
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