A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious ‎#CXLII

CXLII. The voice of my Beloved sounds

1 The voice of my Beloved sounds,
While o'er the mountain-tops he bounds,
He flies exulting o'er the hills,
And all my soul with transport fills;
Gently doth he chide my stay,
"Rise, my love, and come away."

2 The scatter'd clouds are fled at last,
The rain is gone, the winter's past,
The lovely vernal flow'rs appear,
The warbling choir enchant our ear;
Now, with sweetly pensive moan,
Coos the turtle-dove alone.

Text Information

• First Line: The voice of my Beloved sounds
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Rejoicing
• Notes: Tune: CHESHUNT

Tune Information

(No tune information)