“Leaning upon her Beloved.” Song. 8. 5
J. Kent S.M.
From sin’s dark thorny maze,
To Canaan’s fertile plains,
A travelling fair one in distress,
On her Beloved leans.
Through fire and flood she goes,
A weakling, more than strong;
Vents in his bosom all her woes,
And leaning moves along.
When dangers round her press,
And darkness veils the skies,
She leans upon his righteousness;
From thence her hopes arise.
When guilt, a mighty flood,
Her trembling conscience pains,
Then on his peace-securing blood
This travelling fair one leans.
She views the covenant sure;
Her hopes all centre there;
And on his bosom leans secure,
Whose temples bled for her.