| Lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; the fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. (Song of Sol. 2:11‑13) |
| Yet a little while, and the world seeth Me no more; but ye see Me: because I live, ye shall live also. (John 14:19) |
For soon must pass the “little while”;
Then joy shall crown Thy servants’ toil:
And we shall hear Thee, Savior, say,
“Arise, My love, and come away;
Look up, for thou shalt weep no more,
But rest on heaven’s eternal shore.” |
