Come Swiftly

Come swiftly my love,
Whispers the Spirit of my Lord;
Away, into our secret place,
And draw nigh the veil,
That I may know thee;
And delight in thee,
Amidst the Living Spring
Of timeless Life:
For in this place does
Heaven stand open to thee.
Rejoice, and glory
In the Source of the Light
That guides thy life;
And learn the secrets,
Of the sacred music,
That has ever sounded
Along thy pathways:
As the lyrical euphony
Of the golden bells of Aaron,
As he passed expectantly
Into the Holy Place.
"Until the day break,
And the shadows flee away,
I will take thee
To the mountain of myrrh,
And to the hill of frankincense.
Thou art all fair, my love;
There is no spot in thee."