Turn again to the passages we
read, to the Song of Solomon. I want to draw your attention
to chapter two, Song of Solomon chapter two. The passage from
there, Song of Solomon chapter 2 and verse 1. I am the rose
of Sharon and the lily of the valleys. As the lily among thorns,
so is my love among the daughters. As the apple tree among the trees
of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under
his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my
taste. He brought me to the banqueting
house, and His banner over me was love. Stay me with flagons,
comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. His left hand is
under my head, and His right hand doth embrace me. I charge
you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the rows and by the hinds
of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love till He
please. The voice of my beloved. Behold,
he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. My beloved
is like a roe or a young heart. Behold, he standeth behind our
wall. He looketh forth at the window,
showing himself through the lattice. My beloved spake and said unto
me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo,
the winter is past, the rain is over and gone, the flowers
appear on the earth, the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. The fig tree
put forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape
give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one,
and come away. Verse 8. The voice of my beloved. Behold, he cometh leaping upon
the mountains, skipping upon the hills. The voice of my beloved. What a voice. What a voice. Whose voice? My Beloved's voice. My Beloved's. Only He has this
voice. To this woman who speaks here,
this daughter of Jerusalem, to this woman, there's only one
voice like this voice. The voice of my beloved. No one
else's voice compares to his voice. She listens out for it. She longs to hear it. She doesn't
really want to hear any other voice but his voice. His voice
brings her comfort. His voice brings her joy. His voice is the voice which
loves her. which loves her only he has this
voice the voice of my beloved is he your beloved this beloved
can you say of this same voice that when I hear this voice it's
the voice of my beloved I know the one of whom she speaks here
I know whom she's speaking of, she's speaking of Christ. The
Lord God, the Son of God, Jesus Christ my Saviour, my Beloved,
I know Him. What she says of Him here is
what I know of Him. I know His comfort, I know His
love, I know how wonderful He is. I know His grace and His
mercy that He has shown to me. me one who was black as this woman
here was black black with sin full of sin corrupt and evil
i can say like she says look not upon me because i am black
because the sun have looked upon me My mother's children were
angry with me, they made me the keeper of the vineyard, but mine
own vineyard have I not kept. I didn't keep my vineyard. God
placed me in this world. He created me and He sustained
me. He gave me all things and all
I did with it was to seek my own wealth, my own pleasure,
my own glory with it. And I despised and rejected and
hated Him. I never kept it. I never kept
what He gave me as being His. he gave me a vineyard and I stole
it and I stole from it and I never used it for his glory I despised
and hated him oh I'm black I'm vile and yet despite what I am despite
what this woman was there was one who set his love upon her
in particular, one whose voice she heard, one
whom she could say was her beloved. Oh, can you say, though you are
black, though you have rebelled, though you have never kept your
vineyard, that there is one whose voice is to you the voice of
your beloved. You know him personally, he's
yours. He's yours, the voice of my beloved. Behold, he cometh leaping upon
the mountains, skipping upon the hills. This woman felt her sin. But
she longed to find the one whom her soul loved. Tell me, O thou
whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy
flock to rest at noon? For why should I be as one that
turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions? Chapter 1, verse
7. Verse 8, If thou know not, O
thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps
of the flock, and feed thy kids besides the shepherd's tents.
Oh, she longs to find her Beloved, she longs to know where He feeds
His flock. Where is He? Where is Christ
my Saviour? Where does He preach His Gospel? Where is His flock fed, that
I may go and that I may hear Him? I must find him. I've known him. I've heard him
before. I know he's my beloved. But I
long to always be where he is. I long to always hear his voice. And when he departs, and when
I'm on my own, I fall down. I'm without strength without
him. I am as nothing without Him. He leaves me on my own to tend
a vineyard and I tend it not. I am nothing, O where art thou? If you know Christ as your Saviour,
every day you long to hear Him, you long to know where He is,
you long to know where He feeds. You long to know where his flock
are fed. You long to be where his gospel
is. You long to hear his voice in
the gospel. You long every day to hear his
voice. You cannot survive without it. Because he's your beloved. Your beloved. And he is the one whom your soul
loves. Can you say that? Tell me O thou
whom my soul loveth where thou feedest, where thou makest thy
flock to rest at noon. Can you say it of him? Does your
soul love him? Do you love his voice? The voice
of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping
upon the hills. My beloved spake and said unto
me, rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. Come away. Follow me. When Jesus entered this world,
and went forth to commence his ministry. He went and he went
to poor men, poor worldly, rough, working men, fishermen. And he
approached unto them in the midst of their daily work and called
out unto them, follow me. And they who were in darkness,
heard a voice they'd never heard before, a voice full of power,
a voice full of authority, and a voice full of love and of grace. And without thinking, when the
words entered their heads, they left all and rose up and followed
him, their beloved. Rise up, my love, my fair one.
and come away. What a voice this is. What a
voice. What a sound there is to this
voice. In Revelation chapter one and
verse 15 where we see that wonderful picture of the risen, the glorified,
ascended Christ in glory. We hear his voice described as
being like the sound of many waters. You cannot fail to hear it when
it comes your way, whether it speaks loud or whether it speaks
quiet. Whether it comes as thunder into
your soul, which is so hardened, a heart which is so hardened
against Him, whether it comes as a hammer upon your heart to
break it down, or whether it comes quietly, as a still small
voice conveyed by the Spirit of God that comes in the Gospel
and whispers to your soul, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and
come away, great or small. Loud or quiet, there's no voice
like it. When it sounds, when the Spirit
of God opens the ears of men and women to hear it, ears which
were once deaf, souls which were once dead, when you have your
ears open to hear this voice, there's no voice like it. It will be heard. It will be heard. Oh then to
hear this voice, to hear it. See the woman's reaction here
when she speaks of her loved one, when she speaks of this
voice. The voice of my beloved she exclaims,
the delight, the joy to hear the voice of the one she loves,
the one to whom she has been seeking, the one who at one point
seemed far off. Tell me, O thou whom I so love,
if where thou feedest, I long to hear you. And when after so
long, longing, longing, knowing her sin, knowing her wretchedness,
knowing that she deserved nothing from him, when that voice comes,
at the point perhaps of utter despair, and feeling like he
may never speak, when that voice comes again in the Gospel, and
speaks forth words of grace and love unto the soul. Oh, the joy! The overwhelming joy! the voice of my beloved. Behold, he cometh leaping upon
the mountains, skipping upon the hills. He comes all mighty,
full of strength, full of might, full of power, victorious, sovereign,
the Lord God, the ruler of heavens and earth. There is none like
him and he comes in his gospel, all conquering, And he comes
for me. Speak in my name. Speak in my
name in particular. My beloved spake and said unto
me, rise up my love, my fair one, and come away. Oh, have you heard that voice? Have you heard that address?
Has he said unto you, rise up my love, my fair one, and come
away? Do you know the joy of hearing
it? You'll only hear it one way,
in the gospel. In the gospel of Christ, the
power of God unto salvation, you'll only hear his voice in
the gospel. He speaks through his gospel. He speaks through it to dead
sinners, lost in sin, under wrath. He comes to them wherever they
be, you're far off. and he breaks them and he shows
them what they are before him and he shows their need of salvation
and he speaks peace unto their soul but you'll only hear that
voice in the gospel and many hear the gospel in words who
never hear this voice they go to meetings They listen to messages. They hear the words. They hear
words about Jesus Christ. They hear words about God. They
hear words about sin and judgment. They hear words about the cross. They hear words about the death
of Christ, of justification, election, sanctification, deliverance. They hear all the words. They
can hear the gospel in its perfections and never hear. They can hear
the gospel preached by the most powerful of preachers, the most
godly sent preachers in its purity and never hear. Just hearing the words, just
reading the pages of the scriptures and never hearing the voice of
my beloved. Have you heard Have you heard
the Gospel? But have you heard the Gospel
from His lips, by His Spirit? Have you? Not everyone does. This woman, this daughter, this
woman, was chosen, separated from all others, chosen, Chosen
to hear. Chosen to be gathered. Chosen
to be loved. And not because there was anything
special about her. Not because she deserved it.
Not because she made the right decision. Not because she was
the most zealous. Not because she was the most
wise. She was undeserving. She was
black. Black with sin. Her mother's
children were angry with her. She'd let everybody down. She'd
failed in all her worldly duties. She was ungrateful. She was hopeless. She'd been made the keeper of
the vineyards and never kept her own. She could tell everyone
else how to live, but she never lived right herself. She was
full of self-righteous opinions about what everyone else should
be like, but her own vineyard was filthy. How many there are
of the religious who are like this? How many there are who
will go to a place of worship and hear the gospel in the letter,
and be full of their own opinions and their ideals, and be full
of the words of scripture, and will wag a finger at everyone
else and will know what should be done, what should be said,
what should be preached, how people should act, and yet inside
they know, in their heart, that they have yet to hear the voice
of the Beloved. They know that inside they are
black with sin though they put on a great wonderful show of
purity without. Though they know every doctrine,
though they know every practice, though they can tell everyone
else how to look after their vineyards, though they can keep
everyone else's vineyard, their own, their heart is full of bubbling
sin. and that's the woman here what
she knew in the letter what she did in practice outside what
she could say of other people was of nothing worth what mattered
was her own heart and it was disgusting full of sin just like
yours and just like mine and we're just like her With our natural strength we
can go to great heights in religion. We can put on great appearances. And we can tend many vineyards. But we can't do anything about
the sin within the vineyard of our own heart. And we need to
hear the voice of the Beloved. We need to be gathered where
He is. We need to hear His Gospel to
make any difference. Now this woman deserved not to
hear his voice. She deserved not his love. She knew how undeserving she
was. And yet her beloved chose her. Out of all the women he could
have chosen, he looked upon her and loved her. He loved her. And this book is an exchange
of her words with his words, and it shows the depth of his
love for her. What a love! What a love that
can look upon the unlovely, the ungodly, the wicked, the selfish,
the vile, and love. What a love that can take the
worst of sinners and wash them clean, and make them new. that can take those full of sin
and wash away their sin and make them to be the righteousness
of God in Jesus Christ, that can make them new, perfect in
God's sight. Even though they sought it not,
even though they spake against Christ and His gospel, even though
they sought their own things, He still loved them, and He went
to the cross for them. And though they in their heart
crucified Him, when with their hearts, with all others, they
cried out of Him, Away with this man, crucify Him, crucify Him,
He hung there for those who cried out against Him. he hung there
for those like this woman who rejected him and as a consequence when he
died having taken her sin, having washed it away, having cried
out at the end, it is finished, having laid those sins in the
grave, having risen again the third day, having gone forth
victorious from the grave, he went forth with his gospel, with
his voice. And he went and he found her. And he went and he spake glad
tidings unto her. And she heard his voice. And she who had spoken of him,
crucify him, heard him say unto her, Daughter, thy sins be forgiven
thee. Have you been there? Have you
heard of him and in your heart cried out against him? Have you
put him to death? And then at one point in time
he's come in his gospel and hasn't come saying, judged them, slay
them for their sins. Because that's what he should
say by justice, because that's what we deserve. Has he come
not like that in the gospel, but come unto you and said, nevertheless,
nevertheless, where art thou not thine accusers? Who is there without sin that
will accuse thee? Where are they now? For neither
do I accuse thee, for I have taken thy sin, I have taken thy
wickedness, I have taken thy adulterous ways, I have taken
all thy disgusting heart of sin, and I've judged it and put it
away, and I have clothed thee with my righteousness. You are
whiter than snow, thy sins be forgiven thee. Rise up, my love. Rise up from the grave of death
in which thou didst once lie. Rise up, my love, my fair one,
and come away. Follow me. She was chosen. She was chosen, her beloved chose
her. And she heard his voice in the
gospel. Rise up, my love, my fair one. Have you? Is that the path you've
walked? Can you say that you were there
in the grave? Or are you yet in the grave,
yet in your sins, religious or not, yet fighting and raging
against him and his word and his voice? Are you yet there,
waiting? Will you hear his voice? Have
you heard it? If you have, if you do, if you
hear it in the gospel, then you like the sheep of whom
she speaks in chapter 1 verse 7 who feed where he feeds like
his flock who rest at noon then you will hear and you will rise
up and you will follow and you will be able to say of that voice
the voice of my beloved behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains
skipping upon the hills Is that how he came to you? That's how
he comes to his people. He comes leaping upon the mountains
and skipping upon the hills. He comes rushing to them in the
gospel. What mountains are these? What
hills are these? He comes on the mountains of
truth. the mountains of truth, the mountains
of the gospel of justification, of righteousness, of sins judged
once and forever and righteousness brought in, of sanctification
separated unto God. of redemption, of ransom, of
election, of grace, free and sovereign grace. He comes skipping,
leaping upon the mountains and skipping upon the hills. He'll
only come this way. If you hear one with a voice
that does not come through these mountains, with these truths,
then it's not this voice. and it's not this Gospel, and
it's not this Saviour, and there is no salvation in the things
you hear, the things you receive, or the things you believe. But
if you hear this voice, in this Gospel, upon these mountains,
skipping upon these hills, then you will know that there is a
voice who has spoken unto you, like none other the sheep know
it and if you hear it you will know it you will know it and you will follow the one who
speaks to your soul and another you will not follow You will
not go after those other highlings. You will not go after those others.
Though they say they are Christ, though they say they come with
Christ's gospel, you'll know when you hear them, that no matter
how right they may sound, no matter how pious they may appear,
there's something different in the voice you hear. You don't
hear Christ's voice in their words. That's not Him, and you
cannot follow. Only the Beloved has this voice. And it's only heard in His Gospel. And that Gospel's only sent forth
by Him, by those whom He sends to preach it by His Spirit. There's
a voice that sounds, which is not the voice of the man, but
the voice of Christ Himself. Only the Beloved has this voice. Have you heard it? Has he brought
you to his banqueting house? And is his banner over you, love? Has He brought you to that place
where He feeds you with a banquet of grace, a banquet of good things
in the Gospel? Wonderful truth! Wonderful truth
that though I am wretched, He is almighty and great. Wonderful
truth that salvation is of grace from start to finish. It's all free. It began when
I was in my sins a rebel. It was wrought and completed
before I was ever born. It was made known to me as a
rebel. And having been brought to here,
having been brought to faith, quickened to life from the death
of my sin, it continues every day by grace. It's nothing to
do with me, nothing to do with what I did, nothing to do with
what I can do. All is a free gift. It's a banquet,
a banquet prepared for his people. And the banner he has over them
is love. He's done it for them, not because
of their desserts. It's not a reward for what they've
done. They haven't earned it. It's
not a wage. It's not a salary. His banner
over us is not earned. It's not well done. It's not
here you are, you've earned it. It's love. Though you deserved
it not, I loved you and I would give you this. There's joy and
comfort in that. There's certainty and hope in
that and in nothing else. If our salvation depends on anything
in us, then we're dead and lost from the beginning. And if our
keeping of salvation depends on anything with us, then we
will ruin it at the first day in which we receive it. But it's
all from His hand. His banner over me was love. Stay me with flagons, comfort
me with apples, for I am sick of love. His left hand is under
my head and his right hand doth embrace me. Oh, how near and
how loving he is to his own. He embraces her, he puts his
hand under her head, he lifts her up. Oh, how close. she's sick of love for him one
that should love her even though she was like this to him there's
no greater love how it moves her the child of God who knows
this grace this love how moved they are because it's so utterly
undeserved We can't comprehend it. We can't comprehend that
Christ should love us like this. We can't comprehend that though
we've been so ungrateful, so unthankful and though we continue
to be, yet he loves us and puts his hand under our head and his
right hand embraces us. He loves us yet. oh how it moves
the heart the soul of the child of God we're sick of love what
a voice what a saviour this voice it both speaks to us in the gospel
and it also speaks for us Because this voice is the voice of the
One, the Beloved, who leads His own unto the Father, who brings
His Bride into the house of His Father, and says unto His Father,
Almighty God, the Everlasting Father, this is My Bride. She was full of sin, but I have
clothed her in righteousness. Look how pure and white and perfect
she is. There's not a spot or a blemish
in her. I loved her and gave myself for
her. She is without sin. And He goes
to the Father as our Advocate. With the Father we have an Advocate. He will speak for us. He will
defend us if we are His. If we are this woman, if He is
our Beloved, if we are Christ, we have an Advocate with the
Father. We have an Intercessor. He goes
to the Father and says, She's Mine. she is as i am she is perfect
in me there is not one spot or blemish in her she is without
guilt i died for her because i loved her as ephesians 1 verse
6 tells us we are accepted accepted with god in the beloved He is
our acceptance. We have no right to enter into
God's presence as fallen sinners, as those created of the dust.
We cannot enter into God's presence unless we are accepted in the
Beloved. Because He is our Saviour. He is our righteousness. He is
the one who's washed us clean. He's our acceptance. And God has accepted us as His
daughter, as the bride of His Son. He's accepted His own because
of Christ in the Beloved. This is the only time you hear
of accepting in relation to Christ in the whole of the scriptures.
Many speak of accepting Jesus, of receiving Jesus into their
heart, of accepting him, as though they are the determining factor
whether they become his bride or not. But the scriptures don't
speak in that way. He comes and saves his bride,
though she didn't want him because she was blind to who he was. He opens her eyes to see, and
when she sees, she sees he's wondrous. And when she sees,
she's accepted by God. It's not a matter of us accepting
Him but whether He will accept us. Has He accepted you? If He
has, it's in. Only in. Always in. Entirely
in Christ, your Beloved. your advocate, your intercessor,
the one whose voice speaks in heaven this day. For sinners
like you and me, if you're his, then he speaks today for you. He speaks to the father and says,
that one, she's mine, he's mine, I love her. She's mine. He defends his own. This voice,
he's one who defends his own. He will defend them against all
accusation. He's jealous over his bride. There is one, one who goes around
in this world as a raging lion. One who is called an adversary. Satan, the adversary. One who is called the accuser
of the brethren. There is one who knows the scriptures
inside out. There is one who knows the demands
of God's holy law upon sinners. There is one who knows that man
must be without sin to stand before a holy God. There is one
who knows that men and women throughout this world are utterly
without sin and condemned by every point of that law. There
is one who knows, as a lawyer knows, that law greater than
anyone else. He knows it inside out. Outside
of God himself, he's the greatest understander, the greatest knowledge
of that law, and he is called the accuser of the Brethren,
because like a prosecutor in court, he walks into court, and
he walks in dragging them in, and he as it were comes and says,
I've found this guilty sinner. I found this adulterer caught
in the act. He comes in like the Pharisees
with that adulterous woman before Christ and brings them in guilty
before him and says, not only do I know they're guilty, I saw
them doing it. Now will he come in before God
because of you and what you have done? Today, tomorrow, yesterday,
throughout your life, will he go in before God, as it were,
dragging you into a court and saying, I found this one, this
boy, this girl, this man, this woman, this wretched sinner,
guilty, caught in the act. I found them rebelling against
thee. They have not loved thee with
all thy heart and with all thy soul. They've not loved thy neighbor
as thyself. They're guilty. And he comes
in as an accuser. But when he comes into that court
to accuse Christ's beloved bride, when he comes into that court
to accuse those for whom Christ died, those washed in his blood,
those made whiter than snow, though his accusations against
them are true, The judge will say, case dismissed, not guilty. The price has already been paid. I have taken away their sin. There is one who has paid the
price for them. My son, the Lord Jesus Christ
has gone forth for them. He entered this world and he
took all their sins and all their guilt and I judged him for them. They're gone. Yes, your accusations
are true. But you've missed what happened,
accuser. I took them away. And you fought
to slay them and you fought to slay my son. But in doing so,
you completed the task which saved them. You took them away. He was judged and they were judged
in Him. They were crucified with Him.
Their sins were judged and destroyed and taken away, blotted out.
They are no more. There is nothing here before
me, no accusation. They're gone. And Christ stands
there as a defense, as it were, and says, no, I've taken it all
away. And the father of the judge says,
yes, you have. They're pure, they're perfect
in thee. Case dismissed. Oh, what a voice
to speak on our behalf. Does that voice speak for you
in heaven above? Does it continually speak? Not
guilty, not guilty. Mine, mine. My beloved spake and said unto
me, rise up, my love. my fair one, and come away. Come away. Oh, what a voice of
comfort this is when you hear it. When you hear it. It's a wonderful voice to hear
in the gospel when you're lost in sin and darkness. It's a wonderful
voice calling you by name to follow Christ, to bring you out
of death and sin. And it's a wonderful voice for
the believer to hear each and every day. calling them in their
way, calling them to follow, telling them that all is well,
telling them that their Saviour is leading them, is watching
over them, that there's no trial, no difficulty that could come
their path, which He will not undertake for them in, that He
will not deal with them in. Every trial is sent for their
good, every difficulty is for their good, and they have a great
Saviour whose voice speaks comfort wherever they are, in whatever
state, whatever circumstance, when in darkness, despair, trouble,
trial, suffering and sorrow, what joy you hear if you hear
this voice calling your name. when everything seems to be crushing
against you, when the pressure seems to mount against you, when
everything seems to be falling apart, when everyone seems to
have nothing good to say to you, when everyone seems to round
upon you and judge you and say you've got it wrong, you've got
it wrong. When you feel like you're making
a mess of everything, you feel like you're without strength,
you feel like you cannot go on, then this voice comes in the
gospel and says, rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For lo, the winter is past, the
rain is over and gone. Arise, my love, my fair one,
and come away. All is well. I have saved thee
with an everlasting salvation. I have taken every sin, past,
present and future away. All is well. I will defend thee. I will watch over thee. I am
thine. My love is not abated. His love for His own does not
blow hot and cold. Though He may turn His face for
a time, though we may fall into sin, though He may chastise us
and correct us, His love burns ever strongly for His own. Oh, what He has to say to them!
How He declares His love to them in His gospel! What greater display
of love is there than when He tells us what He has done out
of love for our souls? What greater display of love
is there for us when we hear of what our saviour has done
for us in laying down his life for the sheep, for his bride,
for his beloved. Oh every day we need to hear
that, it's not a message for the start of the journey, it's
not a message for evangelicalism to bring people into the church,
thereafter to be taught in other things. The gospel, the message
of the cross is what we need every day because it's the display
of our beloved's love unto us. He loved us. He took our sins
away if we're his. He suffered for the sins of his
own that they might live. And when they hear that, they're
full, they're melted, they're full of love. One united with
Him. One with Him. When He was crucified,
they were crucified. They died with Him. As Paul says,
I am crucified with Christ. I died with Him. Nevertheless
I live, yet not I, but Christ does. I live by the faith of
the Son of God. I'm in Him, we're one. See the
intimacy between this woman and her beloved. There's no fear,
no fear of rebuke or judgment from Him. No tenseness, no nervousness. She's comfortable with him. She
loves to be with him. There's a oneness of love. It's
not like when she's with anybody else in this world. Others may
judge her, but he loves her. He's full of grace and mercy
towards her. Again, like that woman we spake
of caught in adultery, all would condemn her, though full of sin
themselves. But he didn't. She was guilty. She was found in sin, and yet
he said, neither do I condemn thee. I forgive thee. I've set my love upon thee. I've
set my love upon thee. She was black, she was guilty,
she deserved nothing but his condemnation. But that isn't
what she heard. She heard his love. He who is
without sin cast the first stone, he said. They all went away. neither do i condemn thee he
said his love upon her she heard grace mercy and love have you
have you heard that from him do you feel the joy of knowing
that love that oneness that union with your beloved your beloved
Have you heard Him? Not of Him, not about Jesus Christ,
not about the Gospel, but have you heard His voice in the Gospel,
saying by His Spirit unto your soul, rise up my love, my fair
one, and come away For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over
and gone, all the darkness, the coldness, the despair, the winter,
that state you were in when you were full of your sin and felt
the wrath of God burning against it, that winter you were in,
it's gone, it's past. Summer's come, the gospel's come,
my love has come unto you, the flowers appear on the earth,
the time of the singing of birds is come, the voice of the turtle
is heard in our land, the fig tree put it forth her green figs,
and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. His
life, when he speaks to a dead sinner in the gospel, He comes
with this message, live. Well do you live or are you dead?
If you're yet in your sins, do you hear his voice? The winter
is past, live. Arise my love, my fair one, and
come away. Have you heard him say that to
you? And can you say of him, my beloved
is mine and I am his. My beloved is mine and I am his. Praise God. Can you say that? Is that true? Can you shout out
with a shout when you hear his voice? the voice, the voice of
my Beloved. Amen.