1
Thy name is sweet as ointment poured forth;
Better Thy love than wine, O draw Thou me!
If we the footsteps follow of the flock,
Entered Thy fellowship of love we’ll be.
Better Thy love than wine, O draw Thou me!
If we the footsteps follow of the flock,
Entered Thy fellowship of love we’ll be.
2
He’s my Beloved, I am His own love;
He draweth me, pursue I after Him.
Fragrant as myrrh, I’d hide Him in my heart;
Beauteous as henna*, I’d be clothed with Him;
He draweth me, pursue I after Him.
Fragrant as myrrh, I’d hide Him in my heart;
Beauteous as henna*, I’d be clothed with Him;
3
Bathe in His love, and of His fatness taste,
Lie on His breast, His sweetness there enjoy;
His love the banner, His affection shown
Tenderly soothes my heart to purest joy.
Lie on His breast, His sweetness there enjoy;
His love the banner, His affection shown
Tenderly soothes my heart to purest joy.
4
Oh, my Beloved’s mine, and I am His;
I am a lily and my Shepherd He;
May daybreak come, the shadows flee away,
Him on the mountains as a hart I’d see.
I am a lily and my Shepherd He;
May daybreak come, the shadows flee away,
Him on the mountains as a hart I’d see.
5
Myrrh of the death with Him and frankincense,
The resurrection, permeate my heart;
North wind awake, and let the south wind blow,
Make my heart’s garden pleasure to His heart.
The resurrection, permeate my heart;
North wind awake, and let the south wind blow,
Make my heart’s garden pleasure to His heart.
6
I’d be to Him a dove that’s undefiled,
As a pure lily in His presence be,
His, wholly His, the joy of all His joys,
He wholly mine, the Song of songs to me.
As a pure lily in His presence be,
His, wholly His, the joy of all His joys,
He wholly mine, the Song of songs to me.
7
Fair as the moon, conformed to Him I’d be,
Clear as the sun, unto His stature grown;
For my Beloved, all to please His heart,
For my Beloved, that His life be shown.
Clear as the sun, unto His stature grown;
For my Beloved, all to please His heart,
For my Beloved, that His life be shown.
8
Thou art my life, and I Thine image real;
Love in such union is as death most strong,
Ne’er can it be destroyed or e’er replaced
Till Thou on spices mountains come ere long.
Love in such union is as death most strong,
Ne’er can it be destroyed or e’er replaced
Till Thou on spices mountains come ere long.
* An Old World plant, prized for its
fragrant yellow and white flowers.
(Song of Songs 1:14, A.S.V.)
fragrant yellow and white flowers.
(Song of Songs 1:14, A.S.V.)
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Rancho Cordova, California, United States
Thou art my life, and I Thine image real;
Love in such union is as death most strong,
Ne’er can it be destroyed or e’er replaced
Till Thou on spices mountains come ere long.
Fremont, California, United States
Praise the Lord!
The Lord loves us so much that He sets us as a seal on His heart and as a seal on His arm; we lean on our Beloved and He carries us on. Oh Lord Jesus we love you ❤️!
Irving, TX, United States
Oh, this song is so wonderful and the singing is so beautiful! Lord, You are our Beloved! Draw us, Your drawing power is our pursuing power!
Nebbi, West Nile, Uganda
Great
Hard to get into this hymn at first because it is so poetic. But then when I got to vs. 6, “His, wholly His, the joy of all His joys”, I saw how much He desires us. Our Lord wants to be in a union with us so much. “He wholly mine, the Song of Songs to me. ” Vs. 7 shows His mingling with us. Oh come Lord Jesus!
Huddersfield, West Yorkshire, United Kingdom
Amen