581Song of Solomon 6:1-3, 12LM
MY best-belovèd keeps His throne
   On hills of light, in worlds unknown;
But He descends and shows His face
In the fair gardens of His grace.
2  He has engrossed my warmest love;
No earthly charms my soul can move:
I have a mansion in His heart,
Nor death nor hell shall make us part.
3  He lifts my soul ere I’m aware,
And shows me where His glories are:
No earthly poet, sage or scribe
This heavenly rapture could describe.
4  O, may my spirit daily rise
On wings of faith above the skies,
Till death shall seal my last remove,
To dwell for ever with my Love.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748