...she heard the voice of her beloved husband : " Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night." But sloth prevailed with her, and she would not open, but answered him with foolish excuses : " I have...

...chasten : behold I stand at the door and knock." " Open to me my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled ; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night " (Cant. v. 2). But as He is the " Prince of the Creation of God," He promises she shall share His...

...Oh, how strange that any heart could stand out against all this love ! 4. Obterve, Chritt waits : " hom he was leaving behind him on earth. " And having said this, he fel Christ's patience with unconverted souls is very wonderful. Day after day he pleads with them: " Turn...

...glistening — and this was the verse : " Open to me, ray sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled : for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of night." When Ottilie opened the door, what a sight met her eyes ! Standing with his baby-hand on the...

...Savior ! art thou ready now to take possession of my life 1" • "I have waited long, yet I faint- not. My head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of night." " But wilt thou never leave me to fall V " Never will I leave or forsake thee." " But how shall...

...voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled : for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. Here we find the spouse to be in a sleepy state : it seems " the spirit was willing, but the flesh...

...brightly shines — irradiates all above, With its pure beams? What jewel, Lord! but LOVE ? GETHSEMANE. " My head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night." — Cant. v. 2. Tlie following lines are supposed to be the meditation of one just fresh from dwelling...

...<: I sleep, but my heart waketh ; it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me ; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of night." The abundance of this deposition from the atmosphere in Palestine — in certain specified...

...voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undeflled : for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. I have put off my coat, how shall I put it on ? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them ?" 2....

...not having where to lay his head, may he not be considered as saying to each of us, " Open unto me, for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night ?" There is here a striking demonstration, too, of the vanity of the world. Doubtless, men should be...