Access To God – Through Jesus Christ

1 On my couch by night, I sought him whom my soul hath loved; I sought him, and I found

1 Lo, thou `art’ fair, my friend, lo, thou `art’ fair, Thine eyes `are’ doves behind thy veil, Thy hair

1 I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have

1 Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with

1 As the chorus of `Mahanaim.’ How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of

1 Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without,