The Bride of Christ; Or, Explanatory Notes on the Song of Solomon. With Introductory Preface, by the Author of “Memorials of Hedley Vicars,” Etc. Etc. [i.e. C. M. Marsh; and with the English Text, Revised.]

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Catherine M. MARSH
London, 1861 - 12 pages
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Page 47 - I will rise now, and go about the city In the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth : I sought him, but I found him not.
Page 57 - Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. Thou art all fair, my love ; there is no spot in thee.
Page 92 - Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
Page 54 - The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; He will save, He will rejoice over thee with joy ; He will rest in His love, He -will joy over thee with singing.
Page 58 - Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Page 95 - He found him in a desert land, and in the waste howling wilderness; he led him about, he instructed him, he kept him as the apple of his eye.
Page 85 - When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit of the LORD shall lift up a standard against him.
Page 48 - I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up nor awake my love, till he please.
Page 69 - God! therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of thy wings. They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink of the river of thy pleasures.
Page 41 - O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

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