<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412771" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn 69</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Christ appearing to his church, and seeking her company.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SS 2:8-13. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The voice of my Beloved sounds<br>Over the rocks and rising grounds;<br>O'er hills of guilt and seas of grief<br>He leaps, he flies to my relief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now through the veil of flesh I see<br>With eyes of love he looks at me;<br>Now in the gospel's clearest glass<br>He shows the beauties of his face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gently he draws my heart along,<br>Both with his beauties and his tongue;<br>'Rise,' saith my Lord, 'make haste away,<br>No mortal joys are worth thy stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The Jewish wintry state is gone,<br>The mists are fled, the spring comes on;<br>The sacred turtle-dove we hear<br>Proclaim the new, the joyful year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Th' immortal vine of heav'nly root<br>Blossoms, and buds, and gives her fruit:'<br>Lo! we are come to taste the wine;<br>Our souls rejoice, and bless the vine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when we hear our Jesus say,<br>'Rise up, my love, make haste away!'<br>Our hearts would fain outfly the wind,<br>And leave all earthly loves behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412771" data-title="Hymn 69 de Isaac Watts" data-description="Christ appearing to his church, and seeking her company. SS 2:8-13. 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. Now through the veil of flesh I see Wi..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black