I sleep I was dull and sluggish; but my heart waketh Yet in my very sleep my thoughts run upon my beloved. It is the voice of my beloved Between sleeping and waking, I heard his voice; that knocketh By his word, and providence, and Spirit, at the door of my heart; saying, Open to me Inviting me to let him into my soul; my sister, my love, &c. This heap of kind compellations signifies Christ's fervent affection to his people. My head is filled with dew While I wait without the door, which signifies his sufferings for the church's good. My locks with the drops of the night The dew which falls in the night.

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