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My coat— <strong>The</strong> wedding robe which Youprovided.How shall I— How can I see to.Put it on— I am in the midst of the dark night ofthe Time of Trouble.I have washed my feet— I am a churchmember, in good and regular standing.How shall I defile them— Why should I leavemy creed bed and obey Your call to come out ofBabylon?Canticles 5:4.My Beloved— In His great love and pity forme.Put in His hand— Exerted His mighty power.By the hole of the door— Rattled the time-lock.And my bowels— My heart.Were moved for Him— Was stirred to action,but too late to go in with Him to the wedding.Canticles 5:5.I rose up— Roused myself to activity.To open to my Beloved— Just as the Harvestwas past.And my hands— Holding the keys to the Bible,the Studies.Dropped with myrrh— Wisdom, gleaned fromthe Scripture Studies, till then neglected.FM355With sweet smelling myrrh— A knowledge of allthe precious things of Present Truth.Upon the handles— <strong>The</strong> lines of propheticalevidence.Of the lock— <strong>The</strong> time features of the Lord's Plan.Canticles 5:6.I opened to my Beloved— After the Harvest workwas finished.But my Beloved— True to His word.

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