Christ will make His seeking lover

Christ will make His seeking lover

Pillar, couch, and palanquin,

E'en a crown, His boast and glory;

He will do it all! Amen!

But there still remains a shadow;

Christ is still not satisfied.

He must have a growing garden

To become His loving Bride!

Paradise of pomegranates,

Pleasant fruits, and henna* flowers,

Spikenard, saffron, myrrh, and aloes:

His enjoyment now — not ours.

He has come into His garden,

Gathered myrrh and spices there,

Eaten honeycomb and honey;

Wine and milk He'll drink fore'er.

From the garden comes the city.

All materials thus supplied;

God is satisfied completely,

And the foe is terrified.

"Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah,

Comely as Jerusalem."

O Lord Jesus, Hallelujah,

Thou wilt do it all! Amen!