The queen of Sheba came from far, with great difficulty, running great risks; and yet the mass of mankind are utterly careless about a greater than Solomon, and will scarcely cross the streets to see Jesus, who has power to bless them eternally.
Jerusalem the golden,
With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed:
I know not, oh I know not
What joys await us there:
What radiancy of glory,
What bliss beyond compare!
They stand, those halls of Sion,
Conjubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel,
And all the martyr throng:
The Prince is ever in them,
The daylight is serene;
The pastures of the blessèd
Are deck’d in glorious sheen.
Let us pray, the Lord is willing,
Ever waiting, prayer to hear;
Ready, his kind words fulfilling,
Loving hearts to help and cheer.
Let us pray! our God with blessing
Satisfies the praying soul;
Bends to hear the heart’s confessing,
Moulding it to his control.
Let us pray! our life is praying;
Prayer with time alone may cease:
Then in heaven, God’s will obeying,
Life is praise and perfect peace.
As apple trees among the trees
Of all the wood appear,
So my Beloved ‘mongst the sons
Is beautiful and dear.
I sat down under his shadow,
Sat down with great delight,
His fruit was sweet unto my taste
And pleasant to my sight.
He brought me to his banquet house,
His banners o’er me move;
Stay me with flagons, comfort me,
For I am sick of love.
He’s chiefest amongst ten thousand
The fairest of the fair,
His head like gold is glorious,
Like clouds his raven hair.
His body is like bright iv’ry
With sapphires overlaid,
His limbs are as marble -pillars
In golden sockets stayed.
His countenance as Lebanon,
His mouth as cedars moved,
Yea! he’s altogether lovely!
This, this is my Beloved!
This is my friend, if him ye find,
Where’er your footsteps rove,
Say, daughters of Jerusalem,
That I am sick of love.
Judah! lo thy royal Lion,
Reigns on earth a conquering King:
Come, ye ransom’d tribes of Zion,
Love’s abundant offerings bring;
There behold him,
And his ceaseless praises sing.
King of kings! let earth adore him,
High on his exalted throne;
Fall ye nations, fall before him,
And his righteous sceptre own:
All the glory
Be to him, and him alone!