Classic Poem

the soull tasting somthing of the sweetnese of god. longs to go neerer and have its fill of him.

Dear god, how sweet art. thou to me
Which makes me neerer; to thee creep
And long, still more, of thee, to see
In, depths of love my thoughts I'de steep

Oh hasten, hasten, my remove
that I may, on thee fix mine eye
And be engulph'd in ocean love
To'th ages of eternity.

Thou hidst thy face, most times from me
With cloudynesse I'me over-spread
How can I chouse, but long to bee
Removed up to'th fountain head.

Throw in great, measures of thy grace
Whilst I am in, an absent state
That soe I may grow up apace
to fruition, immediate.

Oh let me live, in flames of love
And also in them let me dye
And on loves wings, let me remove
When I away, from hence shall fly.

In pleasures, let whose will carouse
And take their fill of vanity
I still will eye. my fathers house
And make towards. it restlesely

This vain worlds, honour, and grandure
It is a poor, and empty, thing
Oh that my soull, were once cecure
In the armes, of its Crowned king.

Oh blessed souls, now Lodg'd above
Sweetly attending on his throne
How ar you drench'd, and drown'd in love
Whilst I'me lelft here, to pine, and moane.

Yet seeing, tis thy blessed will
I would be silent, and submit
It is my duty, to be still.
And throw my self, down at thy feet

The longest day, will have an end
In time, the prison walls will down
And then the pris'nor, shall ascend
To take posesion, of the Crown