A Pocket Hymn Book ‎#CXLII

CXLII. The voice of my beloved sounds

1 The voice of my beloved sounds,
While o'er the mountain-top 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,
Cooes the turtle dove alone.

Text Information

• First Line: The voice of my beloved sounds
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: Rejoicing
• Notes: Public Domain.

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