Classic Poem

Beauty of hoiynese

Holynes is thine image bright
Who art, the god, of love, & light
Lord give it unto me
Thou art glorious, in holynese
Thy nature is pure, and spotlese
Oh make me like to thee.

My dear redeemer, was harmlese
His constant badg, was holynese
Whilst that he lived here
He was spotlese, & undefild
With sin, he never was once soy'ld
To him it came, not neer.

The angels blise, here in dos lye
That they ar full, of sanctyty
And always see gods face
It has a sweet, pleasing aspect
Greatly adorning the elect
Whilst they doe run their race.

Holynese doth atract the eye
Of thosse that ar, but standers by
Gods ways they'l reverance
The more holy, the more comfort
Whilst in the world, thou dost consort
The wicked t'will silence.

Holynese is, the only way
To pleasures that doe ne're decay
To all eternity
The holy, they shall see gods face
When they, have run their weary race
In Christs arms, they shall, lye.

In holynese, oh ripen me
That I apace, to thee, may flee
Let no sin, me anoy
Purg out my drose, by holy fire
That I may dayly, mount up higher
Till I thy self enjoy.