In his shade I delighted and sat down,  
And his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me into the banqueting house,
And his banner over me was love.

Sustain me with raisin cakes, 
Refresh me with apples, 
For I am sick with love.

His left hand is under my head, 
And his right hand embraces me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, 
By the gazelles or by the hinds of the fields, 
Not to rouse up or awaken my love 
Until she pleases.

Sustain me with raisin cakes, 
Refresh me with apples, 
For I am sick with love.

Sustain me with raisin cakes, 
Refresh me with apples, 
For I am sick with love.

Rest Yourself Under the Tree

Song of Songs 2:3b-7

Lord, we receive the love of the truth,
In an age of deep confusion.
Refusing the lie, Your truth we will buy,
We'll treasure, and cling to You.

1. I will not call the bitter sweet,
  The dark as light, I will not eat
  The idols’ and the demons’ food.
  I choose to only love the truth.

2. That God exists I can't deny.
    I won't be drugged by Satan's lie.
    I've touched the light, His presence true
    In Him, the darkness I refuse. 

3. Though some reject the way they’re made,
    The Potter’s hand made no mistake.
    The Spirit in my spirit speaks,
    The way I'm made brings life and peace.

4. Lord Jesus, You’re reality.
    Your word brings light and life to me.
    Renew my mind and heal my sight.
    Be all my musing day and night!

5. Lord, in Your church we come again, 
    Beneath an open, crystal heav’n. 
    Enlightened, constituted to
    Be built a pillar of the truth.

The Love Of The Truth

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Lord, Increase Our Faith | Luke 17: 5-6

https://www.hymnal.net/en/hymn/ns/138
With Mary and Ugo

What Things Were Gains to Me

(Written by Jacob Freeman)

Oh Lord, Your Name is Sweet! And from it flows
A river full of peace and light and life,
As on it, I cast all my anxious woes. 
I need not think! I only need to call.
In this way, I am less, and You are all. 

It is so rich to call and to receive—
To soak Your Spirit into all my being. 
As I absorb Your riches, I believe
And You are real to me. Oh, but to know
You, dearest Lord, and have a deeper flow!

You are a treasury of endless wealth,
So readily accessible to me!
How great! These riches constitute my health,
My great supply, my strength, my life, my all—
So effortless! I only need to call.

Continually soften all my heart
To cling to You and to receive Your Word.
Lord, make Your home in every inward part,
And, as I call, make deeper every root
That I might grow and bear You richest fruit.

What Things Were Gains to Me

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