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God's life and building can be seen
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| 1. | God's life and building can be seen |
| | Within the Song of Song; |
| | He shows by types His seeking ones, |
| | The Bride for whom Christ longs! |
| 2. | She, as a team of horses shows |
| | A love, so swift and strong! |
| | But this is love that's natural- |
| | It pulls the world along! |
| 3. | As time goes by, her concepts change, |
| | With dove's eyes she can see |
| | That naught can with her love compare- |
| | There's none so dear as He! |
| 4. | A lily she is now to Him |
| | (For still the Lord draws on), |
| | Her faith is not in earthly toil, |
| | But in the wondrous Son. |
| 5. | She's next a dove who hides herself |
| | Within a cloven rock; |
| | Now in her Lord's ascended life |
| | Is love which knows no shock! |
| 6. | Of smoke, a pillar she's become, |
| | And now, as wand'ring ends, |
| | Her wills to His will are subdued, |
| | What fragrance sweet ascends! |
| 7. | Behold His couch.(O, can this be?) |
| | E'en midst the fearsome night. |
| | She now affords her Lord such rest, |
| | The foe is put to flight! |
| 8. | A vessel to contain the King! |
| | (This type is full of worth.) |
| | A palanquin He's made Himself |
| | For His move on the earth! |
| 9. | Of wood this vessel is composed: |
| | Christ's ris'n humanity. |
| | Its silver pillars for support |
| | And floor of gold we see! |
| 10. | The seat of purple signifies |
| | Christ is of kings the King. |
| | To Him, as fittings for within, |
| | Their love His dear ones bring! |
| 11. | The day will come-('tis surely soon) |
| | And glad will be Thy heart- |
| | What boast and glory to Thyself; |
| | Thy crown, Thy counterpart! |
| 12. | A garden fair, enclose is she |
| | With spices, fragrant, sweet. |
| | She now brings forth materials |
| | The building to complete! |
| 13. | A city pleasant, comely, too; |
| | No greater building, this! |
| | So beautiful, yet to the foe |
| | A conq'ring army 'tis! |
| 14. | As we eat Jesus, praise the Lord, |
| | The transformation's done, |
| | Until at last, the work's complete- |
| | Christ and His Bride are one! |