Hymn 1:70. 
Christ inviting, and the church answering the
invitation, Cant. 2. 14 16 17.

1 [Hark, the Redeemer from on high
Sweetly invites his favourites nigh;
From caves of darkness and of doubt,
He gently speaks, and calls us out: 

2 “My dove, who hidest in the rock,
“Thine heart almost with sorrow broke,
“Lift up thy face, forget thy fear,
“And let thy voice delight mine ear.

3 “Thy voice to me sounds ever sweet;
“My graces in thy countenance meet;
“Tho’ the vain world thy face despise,
“’Tis bright and comely in mine eyes.”

4 Dear Lord, our thankful heart receives
The hope thine invitation gives: 
’To thee our joyful lips shall raise
The voice of prayer, and of praise.]

5 [I am my Love’s, and he is mine; Our hearts, our hopes, our passions join:  Nor let a motion, nor a word, Nor thought arise to grieve my Lord.

6 My soul to pastures fair he leads, Amongst the lilies where he feeds; Amongst the saints (whose robes are white, Wash’d in his blood) is his delight.

7 Till the day break, and shadows flee,
Till the sweet dawning light I see,
Thine eyes to me-ward often turn,
Nor let my soul in darkness mourn.

8 Be like a hart on mountains green,
Leap o’er the hills of fear and sin;
Nor guilt, nor unbelief divide
My Love, my Saviour from my side.]

Hymn 1:71. 
Christ found in the street, and brought to the church,
Cant. 3. 1-5.

1 Often I seek my Lord by night,
Jesus, my love, my soul’s delight;
With warm desire and restless thought
I seek him oft, but find him not.

2 Then I arise, and search the street
Till I my Lord, my Saviour meet;
I ask the watchmen of the night,
“Where did you see my soul’s delight?”

3 Sometimes I find him in the way,
Directed by a heavenly ray;
I leap for joy to see his face,
And hold him fast in mine embrace.

4 [I bring him to my mother’s home,
Nor does my Lord refuse to come,
To Sion’s sacred chambers, where
My soul first drew the vital air.

5 He gives me there his bleeding heart,
Pierc’d for my sake with deadly smart;
I give my soul to him, and there
Our loves their mutual tokens share.]

6 I charge you all, ye earthly toys,
Approach not to disturb my joys;
Nor sin, nor hell come near my heart,
Nor cause my Saviour to depart.

Hymn 1:72. 
The coronation of Christ, and espousals of the church,
Cant. 3. 2.

1 Daughters of Sion, come, behold
The crown of honour and of gold,
Which the glad church with joys unknown
Plac’d on the head of Solomon.

2 Jesus, thou everlasting King,
Accept the tribute which we bring,
Accept the well-deserv’d renown,
And wear our praises as thy crown.

3 Let every act of worship be
Like our espousals, Lord, to thee;
Like the dear hour, when from above
We first receiv’d thy pledge of love.