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 dawning,

    The shadows flee away;

    Upon the mount of spices

    Our Lord may come today.