1. The voice of my Beloved,
  Behold, He quickly comes;
  He leaps upon the mountains,
  And o'er the hills He runs.
  The signs of His appearing
  Are seen on every side;
  The Bridegroom soon is coming
  To claim His loving Bride.
2. How real that He is coming��
  Come quickly, Lord, again!
  We watch for His appearing,
  His precious Word amen.
  Oh, don't delay His coming,
  Pray without ceasing, pray;
  He's eagerly awaiting
  That coming wedding day.
3. He longs to hear our voices,
  He longs to see our face��
  Our voices filled with sweetness,
  Our countenance with grace.
  "Arise, My love, My fair one,"
  We long to hear Him say.
  The voice of our Beloved��
  "Arise and come away!"
4. The winter rain is over,
  The flowers appear on earth;
  The rising sun of Jesus
  Fills all our hearts with mirth.
  It is the time of singing,
  The turtle dove is heard;
  For our Beloved's coming
  The sweetest chords are stirred.
5. Oh, let us take the foxes
  That spoil the blooming vine;
  Our vineyards are in blossom,
  And all, Beloved, is Thine.
  The day is quickly drawing,
  The shadows flee away;
  Upon the mount of spices
  Our Lord may come today.