4 The gladness of that happy day,
Our hearts would wish it long to stay,
Nor let our faith forsake its hold,
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.

5 Each following minute as it flies,
Increase thy praise, improve our joys,
Till we are rais’d to sing thy Name
At the great supper of the Lamb.

6 O that the months would roll away,
And bring that coronation-day! 
The King of Grace shall fill the throne
With all his Father’s glories on.

Hymn 1:73. 
The church’s beauty in the eyes of Christ,
Cant. 4. 1 10 11 7 9 8.

1 Kind is the speech of Christ our Lord,
Affection sounds in every word,
“Lo, thou art fair, my love, he cries,
“Not the young doves have sweeter eyes.

2 ["Sweet are thy lips, thy pleasing voice
“Salutes mine ear with secret joys,
“No spice so much delights the smell,
“Nor milk nor honey taste so well.]

3 “Thou art all fair, my bride, to me,
“I will behold no spot in thee.” 
What mighty wonders love performs,
And puts a comeliness on worms!

4 Defil’d and loathsome as we are,
He makes us white, and calls us fair;
Adorns us with that heavenly dress,
His graces and his righteousness.

5 “My sister, and my spouse,” he cries,
“Bound to my heart by various ties,
“Thy powerful love my heart detains
“In strong delight and pleasing chains.”

6 He calls me from the leopard’s den,
From this wild world of beasts and men,
To Sion where his glories are;
Not Lebanon is half so fair.

7 Nor dens of prey, nor flowery plains
Nor earthly joys, nor earthly pains
Shall hold my feet, or force my stay,
When Christ invites my soul away.

Hymn 1:74. 
The church the garden of Christ, Cant. 4. 12 14 15,
and 5. 1.

1 We are a garden wall’d around,
Chosen and made peculiar ground;
A little spot inclos’d by grace,
Out of the world’s wide wilderness.

2 Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand,
Planted by God the Father’s hand;
And all his springs in Sion flow
To make the young plantation grow.

3 Awake, O heavenly wind, and come,
Blow on this garden of perfume;
Spirit divine, descend and breathe
A gracious gale on plants beneath.

4 Make our best spices flow abroad
To entertain our Saviour God: 
And faith, and love, and joy appear,
And every grace be active here.

5 [Let my beloved come, and taste
His pleasant fruits at his own feast: 
“I come, my spouse, I come,” he cries,
With love and pleasure in his eyes.

6 Our Lord into his garden comes, Well pleas’d to smell our poor perfumes; And calls us to a feast divine, Sweeter than honey, milk, or wine.

7 “Eat of the tree of life, my friends, “The blessings that my Father sends; “Your taste shall all my dainties prove, “And drink abundance of my love.”