XLVIII. Who is this fair One in Distress

1 Who is this fair One in Distress,
That travels from the Wilderness?
And press'd with Sorrows and with Sins,
On her beloved Lord she leans.
2 This is the Spouse of Christ our God,
Bought with the Treasures of his Blood;
And her Request, and her Complaint,
Is but the Voice of ev'ry Saint.

3 "O let my Name engraven stand
"Both on thy Heart and on thy Hand;
"Seal me upon thine Arm, and wear
"That Pledge of Love for ever there.
4 "Stronger than Death thy Love is known,
"Which Floods of Wrath could never drown;
"And Hell and Earth in vain combine
"To quench a Fire so much Divine.

5 "But I am jealous of my Heart,
"Lest it should once from Thee depart;
"Then let thy Name be well impress'd
"As a fair Signet on my Breast.
6 "Till Thou hast brought me to thy Home,
"Where Fears and Doubts can never come,
"Thy Count'nance let me often see,
"And often Thou shalt hear from me.

7 "Come, my Beloved, haste away,
"Cut short the Hours of thy Delay;
"Fly like a youthful Hart or Roe
"Over the Hills where Spices grow."

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First Line: Who is this fair One in Distress
Language: English
Publication Date: 1760
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