(Solomon’s Song 2:3)
Emanuel of Thee my heart is singing,
Thy wondrous love has put my heart in tune,
Sweet pardon and salvation from Thee springing
Delight my heart and banish sin’s sad gloom;
Oh, I can ne’er forget Thy love and pity,
As I beheld Thee mine on Calvary ’s tree,
Thy precious blood was all my hope and comfort,
I trust in heaven thy beauteous face to see.
O, my Savior, so dear unto me,
My Beloved, my fair Apple Tree.
O, Thy voice that I heard, like the song of a bird
Sang ravishing music to me:
Poor and sinful unto Thee I flee,
And Thy shade is refreshing to me,
O, Thy heart is so true, Thy fruit sweet, precious, new,
My Savior, my fair Apple Tree.
Compared with Thee there’s none my sweet Lord Jesus,
Amidst the woods Thou art the Apple Tree!
Delighted, I sit down beneath Thy shadow,
Thy beauty is my blissful sanctuary;
From sin and guilt and shame my soul is sheltered,
When Thou dost smile, sin and sorrows flee away;
The words of life eternal Thy mouth speaketh,
Oh, let me ‘neath Thy shadow ever stay.
FREDERICK W. KEENE,
THE LONE PILGRIM,
Pages 403 thru 407.