Arise
My Darling My beautiful one
Arise
My darling My beautiful one, come with Me
The
winter is past and the rains are all gone
The
flowers appear, the time for singing has come
Arise
and come with Me
Arise
and come, arise and come
Arise
and come with me
The
cooing of doves is heard in the land
The
fig tree forms is early fruit
The
blossoming vines spread their fragrance
Arise
and come with Me
Arise
and come, arise and come
Arise
and come with me
Today
Christ Jesus is calling forth His Bride in this generation
(A
paraphrase from the Song of Songs put into poetic form)
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