Hannah Hurnard Quote

The Voice of my Beloved! Through all my heart it thrills, He leaps upon the mountains, And skips upon the hills. For like a roe or young hart, So swift and strong is he, He looketh through my window, And beckoneth unto me. Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away with me, Gone are the snows of winter, The rains no more we see. The flowers are appearing, The little birds all sing, The turtle dove is calling, Through all the land 'tis spring. The shoots are on the grapevines, The figs are on the tree, Arise, my love, my fair one, And come away with me. Why is my dove still hiding? When all things else rejoice, Oh, let me see thee, fair one, Oh, let me hear thy voice. (Cant. 2:8-14)