Springtime in Israel.
Flowers waving, doves cooing, vineyards and orchards calling, romance is in the air— NEW LIFE is vibrating in every breath we breathe.
How is it possible, that thirty years have passed since I set the six verses of this beautiful passage in King Solomon's "Song of Songs" to music!
So simply and beautifully it shows Christ in all His holy passion and pining, CALLING US AWAY, to run over the hills with Himself!
Thank You, Lord, and thank you, Edith S. Witmer, for arranging it for choir!
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FULL LYRICS:
RISE UP, MY LOVE
The voice of my Beloved! Behold, He cometh,
Leaping upon the mountain, Skipping upon the hills!
The voice of my Beloved! Behold, He cometh,
My Beloved spake and said to me,
“Rise up, my love, and come away;
Rise up, my love, my fair one, come away.”
My Beloved is like a roe or a young hart; (young hart)
Behold, He standeth behind our wall!
He looketh forth at the windows,
showing Himself at the lattice.
My Beloved spake and said unto me, (unto me)
“Rise up, my love, and come away;
Rise up, my love, my fair one, come away. (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 dove is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
The vines with their tender grapes give a good smell.
“Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away!
Rise up, my love, my fair one, come away! (Come away.)"
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©1989 Stanley K. Brubaker / Brooksong LLC
Flowers waving, doves cooing, vineyards and orchards calling, romance is in the air— NEW LIFE is vibrating in every breath we breathe.
How is it possible, that thirty years have passed since I set the six verses of this beautiful passage in King Solomon's "Song of Songs" to music!
So simply and beautifully it shows Christ in all His holy passion and pining, CALLING US AWAY, to run over the hills with Himself!
Thank You, Lord, and thank you, Edith S. Witmer, for arranging it for choir!
______________
FULL LYRICS:
RISE UP, MY LOVE
The voice of my Beloved! Behold, He cometh,
Leaping upon the mountain, Skipping upon the hills!
The voice of my Beloved! Behold, He cometh,
My Beloved spake and said to me,
“Rise up, my love, and come away;
Rise up, my love, my fair one, come away.”
My Beloved is like a roe or a young hart; (young hart)
Behold, He standeth behind our wall!
He looketh forth at the windows,
showing Himself at the lattice.
My Beloved spake and said unto me, (unto me)
“Rise up, my love, and come away;
Rise up, my love, my fair one, come away. (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 dove is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
The vines with their tender grapes give a good smell.
“Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away!
Rise up, my love, my fair one, come away! (Come away.)"
______________
©1989 Stanley K. Brubaker / Brooksong LLC
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