Let him embrace my soul, and prove

Verse 1

Let him embrace my soul, and prove Mine interest in his heav'nly love; The voice that tells me, "Thou art mine," Exceeds the blessings of the vine.

Verse 2

On thee th' anointing Spirit came, And spreads the savor of thy name; That oil of gladness and of grace Draws virgin souls to meet thy face.

Verse 3

Jesus, allure me by thy charms, My soul shall fly into thine arms! Our wand'ring feet thy favors bring To the fair chambers of the King.

Verse 4

Wonder and pleasure tune our voice To speak thy praises and our joys; Our memory keeps this love of thine Beyond the taste of richest wine.

Verse 5

Though in ourselves deformed we are, And black as Kedar's tents appear, Yet, when we put thy beauties on, Fair as the courts of Solomon.

Verse 6

While at his table sits the King, He loves to see us smile and sing; Our graces are our best perfume, And breathe like spikenard round the room.

Verse 7

As myrrh new bleeding from the tree, Such is a dying Christ to ine And while he makes my soul his guest, My bosom, Lord, shall be thy rest.

Verse 8

No beams of cedar or of fir Can with thy courts on earth compare; And here we wait, until thy love Raise us to nobler seats above.