4 His beauty, tho' bleeding
And circled with thorns,
Is then most exceeding;
For grief him adorns.
J.E. Rankin, D.D.
323 My Beloved, 11s & 8s.
My Beloved.
O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight,
On whom in affliction I call;
My comfort by day, and my song in the night,