Scripture Verse

Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon. Song of Solomon 1:7


Words: H. M. Brad­ley, in Beu­lah Songs, ed­it­ed by Will­iam Mc­Don­ald & Lew­is Hart­sough (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Na­tion­al Pub­lish­ing As­so­cia­tion for Pro­mo­tion of Ho­li­ness, 1879), num­ber 84.

Music: Lo­pez, ar­ranged by Will­iam Mc­Don­ald, 1879 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Brad­ley’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him or Mc­Don­ald (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Down in the val­ley among the sweet grass­es,
Walks my be­lov­èd—His foot­prints I see;
Haste I to fol­low Him, Sav­ior and Lov­er,
How the winds whis­per Thy dear name to me.

Know’st Thou I seek Thee? O haste to dis­cov­er
The place of thy shel­tered and frag­rant re­treat,
Where Thou dost rest with Thy flocks at the noon­tide,
By foun­tains of wa­ter, un­searched by the heat.

Now I ap­proach Thee, O fair­est Re­deem­er!
Lured by Thy beau­ty to dwell in Thy love;
Hide not Thy face from the heart that ad­ores Thee;
Have I not sought Thee, and found Thee, my Dove!

Gentler Thy voice than the whis­per of an­gels—
Brighter Thy smile than the sun in the sky;
Gather me ten­der­ly, close to Thy bo­som,
Faint with Thy love­li­ness—there let me die.