Hymn 1:67. 
Seeking the pastures of Christ the Shepherd, Cant. 1.7.

1 Thou whom my soul admires above
All earthly joy, and earthly love,
Tell me, dear shepherd, let me know,
Where doth thy sweetest pasture grow?

2 Where is the shadow of that rock
That from the son defends thy flock? 
Fain would I feed among thy sheep,
Among them rest, among them sleep.

3 Why should thy bride appear like one
That turns aside to paths unknown? 
My constant feet would never rove,
Would never seek another love.

4 [The footsteps of thy flock I see;
Thy sweetest pastures here they be;
A wondrous feast thy love prepares,
Bought with thy wounds, and groans, and tears.

5 His dearest flesh he makes my food,
And bids me drink his richest blood;
Here to these hills my soul will come,
To my beloved lead me home.]

Hymn 1:68. 
The banquet of love, Cant. 2. 1 2 3 4 6 7.

1 Behold the Rose of Sharon here,
The Lily which the vallies bear;
Behold the Tree of Life, that gives
Refreshing fruit and healing leaves.

2 Amongst the thorns so lilies shine,
Amongst wild gourds the noble vine;
So in mine eyes my Saviour proves
Amidst a thousand meaner loves.

3 Beneath his cooling shade I sat
To shield me from the burning heat;
Of heavenly fruit he spreads a feast
To feed my eyes and please my taste.

4 [Kindly he brought me to the place
Where stands the banquet of his grace,
He saw me faint, and o’er my head
The banner of his love he spread.

5 With living bread and generous wine
He cheers this sinking heart of mine;
And opening his own heart to me,
He shews his thoughts how kind they be.]

6 O never let my Lord depart,
Lie down and rest upon my heart;
I charge my sins not once to move
Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.

Hymn 1:69. 
Christ appearing to his church, and seeking her
company, Cant. 2. 1-13.

1 The voice of my beloved sounds
Over the rocks and rising grounds,
O’er hills of guilt, and seas of grief,
He leaps, he flies to my relief.

2 Now thro’ the veil of flesh I see
With eyes of love he looks at me;
Now in the gospel’s clearest glass
He shews the beauties of his face.

3 Gently he draws my heart along Both with his beauties and his tongue; “Rise,” saith my Lord, “make haste away; “No mortal joys are worth thy stay.

4 “The Jewish wintery state is gone, “The mists are fled, the spring comes on, “The sacred turtle-dove we hear “Proclaim the new, the joyful year.

5 “Th’ immortal vine of heavenly root “Blossoms and buds, and gives her fruit:”  Lo, we are come to taste the wine; Our souls rejoice and bless the vine.

6 And when we hear our Jesus say,
“Rise up, my love, make haste away!”
Our hearts would fain out-fly the wind,
And leave all earthly loves behind.