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-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


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.