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| God's life and building can be seen 
 
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|  | 1. | God's life and building can be seen | 
|  |  | Within the Song of Song; | 
|  |  | He shows by types His seeking ones, | 
|  |  | The Bride for whom Christ longs! | 
|  | 2. | She, as a team of horses shows | 
|  |  | A love, so swift and strong! | 
|  |  | But this is love that's natural- | 
|  |  | It pulls the world along! | 
|  | 3. | As time goes by, her concepts change, | 
|  |  | With dove's eyes she can see | 
|  |  | That naught can with her love compare- | 
|  |  | There's none so dear as He! | 
|  | 4. | A lily she is now to Him | 
|  |  | (For still the Lord draws on), | 
|  |  | Her faith is not in earthly toil, | 
|  |  | But in the wondrous Son. | 
|  | 5. | She's next a dove who hides herself | 
|  |  | Within a cloven rock; | 
|  |  | Now in her Lord's ascended life | 
|  |  | Is love which knows no shock! | 
|  | 6. | Of smoke, a pillar she's become, | 
|  |  | And now, as wand'ring ends, | 
|  |  | Her wills to His will are subdued, | 
|  |  | What fragrance sweet ascends! | 
|  | 7. | Behold His couch.(O, can this be?) | 
|  |  | E'en midst the fearsome night. | 
|  |  | She now affords her Lord such rest, | 
|  |  | The foe is put to flight! | 
|  | 8. | A vessel to contain the King! | 
|  |  | (This type is full of worth.) | 
|  |  | A palanquin He's made Himself | 
|  |  | For His move on the earth! | 
|  | 9. | Of wood this vessel is composed: | 
|  |  | Christ's ris'n humanity. | 
|  |  | Its silver pillars for support | 
|  |  | And floor of gold we see! | 
|  | 10. | The seat of purple signifies | 
|  |  | Christ is of kings the King. | 
|  |  | To Him, as fittings for within, | 
|  |  | Their love His dear ones bring! | 
|  | 11. | The day will come-('tis surely soon) | 
|  |  | And glad will be Thy heart- | 
|  |  | What boast and glory to Thyself; | 
|  |  | Thy crown, Thy counterpart! | 
|  | 12. | A garden fair, enclose is she | 
|  |  | With spices, fragrant, sweet. | 
|  |  | She now brings forth materials | 
|  |  | The building to complete! | 
|  | 13. | A city pleasant, comely, too; | 
|  |  | No greater building, this! | 
|  |  | So beautiful, yet to the foe | 
|  |  | A conq'ring army 'tis! | 
|  | 14. | As we eat Jesus, praise the Lord, | 
|  |  | The transformation's done, | 
|  |  | Until at last, the work's complete- | 
|  |  | Christ and His Bride are one! |