This is an hymn by Isaac Watts, from his Hymns and Spiritual Songs, 1707. Meter is 88. 88 (L.M.)
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1. The voice of my Beloved sounds
Over the rocks and rising grounds;
O'er hills of guilt and seas of grief
He leaps, he flies to my relief.
2. Now through the veil of flesh I see
With eyes of love he looks at me;
Now in the gospel's clearest glass
He shows the beauties of his face.
3. Gently he draws my heart along,
Both with his beauties and his tongue;
"Rise," saith my Lord, "make haste away,
No mortal joys are worth thy stay.
4. "The Jewish wintry state is gone,
The mists are fled, the spring comes on;
The sacred turtle-dove we hear
Proclaim the new, the joyful year.
5. "The immortal vine of heavenly root
Blossoms, and buds, and gives her fruit:"
Lo! we are come to taste the wine;
Our souls rejoice, and bless the vine.
6. And when we hear our Jesus say,
"Rise up, my love, make haste away!"
Our hearts would fain out-fly the wind,
And leave all earthly loves behind.
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