Verse 1
Who is this fair one in distress,
That travels from the wilderness?
And press’d with sorrows and with sins,
On her beloved Lord she leans.
Verse 2
This is the spouse of Christ our God,
Bought with the treasure of his blood;
And her request and her complaint
Is but the voice of every saint.
Verse 3
“O let my name engraven stand,
“Both on thy heart and on thy hand:
“Seal me upon thine arm; and wear
”That pledge of love for ever there.
Verse 4
“Stronger than death thy love is known,
“Which floods of wrath could never drown;
“And hell and earth in vain combine
”To quench a fire so much divine.
Verse 5
“But I am jealous of my heart,
Lest it should once from thee depart;
“Then let thy name be well impress’d
As a fair signet on my breast.
Verse 6
“Till thou hast brought me to thy home,
“Where fears and doubts can never come,
“Thy count’nance let me often see,
“And often thou shalt hear from me.
Verse 7
“Come, my beloved, haste away,
“Cut short the hours of thy delay,
“Fly like a youthful hart or roe
”Over the hills where spices grow.”
Isaac Watts, “Who Is This Fair One in Distress”