A Poem – The Bridegroom and His Bride

Every moment of each day dear soul, abiding,

In His good and perfect will be ever walking, 

In thy Saviour’s loving arms be always hiding,

Peace and rest His loving voice is gently whispering.

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O’er the mountains thy Beloved comes a leaping,

Through the lattice of the windows He is peeping,

Will He find thy longing soul there watching, waiting,

Or will He find thee with the world thy company keeping?

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Thou sayest ‘I’m black but comely, look not on me’

But is this the way that thy Beloved sees thee?

No, “Thou art all fair my love, there’s no spot in thee,

It’s through My righteousness our Heavenly Father views thee.”

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‘My heart is ravished with thy upward glancing eye,’

‘Can this be possible’ my heart with joy replies?

‘Yea, turn thine eyes away, they overwhelm me’,

How is it that my Beloved should so love me?

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“Yea indeed my love, in thee my soul’s delighting”

This is true beloved one, will you not believe Him?

Resting in the everlasting arms, abiding,

Until in heaven with Him, you are residing. 

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“So rise up, my love, my fair one and come away,

Let me hear thy gentle voice and see thy face,

For thy voice is sweet, thy countenance ‘tis comely

Thou art mine and my desire is towards thee.”

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What then is our Beloved more than another?

“He is white and ruddy, chief among all others,

His mouth is most sweet, He’s altogether lovely.

This, dear soul, is our Best Friend and our Beloved.

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(Sharon Izzard)