6/17/00

Sing the Song of the Vineyard

 

Oh sing me the song of the vineyard

Clear and pure from the mount

Purer the taste than of wine

Sweeter the taste than honey

 

Tell of the marvelous story

The gift of God from glory

The blood of high price

The pearl who is the gate

 

Oh sing  Oh sing

The song of the vineyard

The richly adorn-ed bride

Oh sing who was fruitless

Of vine a-withered

The song of the love divine

 

Come gather the sheaves of the field

Come gather the grapes of vine

Come gather all round her my maidens

Come bring me my loved one sublime

 

Dance before the throne

Sing to Lamb alone

The heir the Lion of Judah

David's glorious LORD

 

Oh sing Oh sing

The song of the vineyard

The daughter all glorious made

Oh sing who was broken

Of the touch of the healer's hand

Of old things made new once again

 

Oh sing me the song of the vineyard

Oh tell of the glorious romance

Of  Peace and His bride who came trembling

Now made an abode of the blest

 

Of blackened emptiness filled with light

Of dry loathing softened by wine

Of dry loathing softened by love.