Come, My Beloved

COME, my beloved, to meet the Bride

With joy, at Sabbath even-tide;

Her presence then will surely dower

Your home with peace at Sabbath hour.

To meet the Bride, beloved, come,

Greet her with welcome in your home,

The doors of Jewish faith ope wide,

And greet with love the Sabbath bride.

Come, my beloved, the Bride to meet—

Hasten thy steps, the Bride to greet;

But not to every passing show

To meet her, let thy footsteps go.

The presence of the Sabbath Bride

Seek thou, by happy fireside,

Where young and old their voices blend

And Sabbath songs from both ascend.

But, see, who comes with mien so sad?

The Sabbath Bride, in mourning clad!

The beloved fails the Bride to meet,

And Sabbath eve again to greet.

Sadly she goes from door to door—

To her they’re shut forevermore!

For her no festal board is spread,

With Sabbath cup and blessing bread.

But, Bride, thou art not quite bereft—

Of those who loved thee, some are left

Who gladly give at eventide

A welcome to the Sabbath Bride.

Then thither let thy footsteps roam,

Your holy presence fill their home,

Where, all united, side by side,

With joy receive the Sabbath Bride.