The voice of my Beloved spake,
"Rise up—and come away"—
His voice, with gentleness and love
Entreated me one day.
And "What is thy beloved?" you ask,
Who is He makes this call?
Why, He's the One who made the worlds.
His hand sustaineth all.
Creator of the universe,
The earth, the sky, the sea,
But He is my Redeemer too,
He tasted death for me.
For when He saw us far from God,
He left the throne above,
And came into this world of sin
To show the Father's love.
He bore our sins on Calv'ry's cross,
That we might dwell above;
Creation glory shows His power,
Redemption tells His love.
Oh! this is my Beloved, then,
The Man who died for me,
The altogether lovely One,
Chief of ten thousand, He.
He asks that we remember Him,
Oh! who would not respond?
With love to Him, who first loved us,
And with His own be found.
To sing His praises, bless His Name,
To worship and adore,
To thankfully remember Him,
And praise Him evermore.