One Song of Songs the sweetest,
Once learned thou still repeatest,
And singest, Christian, o'er and o'er-
Earth cannot learn its measure,
This song of heavenly treasure,
Of grace abounding evermore
Of one great LOVE it telleth,
Which every grief expelleth
Like mist before the morning sun;
Farewell to all thy sorrow,
Thy cares about the morrow,
When thou canst sing this sweetest song.