The Evening Dew

I am as The evening dew;
Quickening, refreshing my beloved;
Softly caressing and renewing the soul.
My Spirit will I send as the gentle rain;
My grace shall distill as the moon mist:
As a small shower on a tender sapling.
Thy beauty shall glow in My Eyes,
As the bloom of the dogwood;
And thy smell as the sweetness of spring.

I have come into My garden, My love
Awake oh north wind and come thou south;
Blow upon My garden that the spices
Thereof may waft upward and flow out.
Let My beloved come into My garden,
And share with Me, and eat My pleasant fruit.
Thou art fair, My love; there is no spot in thee:
Come away with Me unto the fountain of infinity,
And freshen thyself alongside the River of Living Water.