Classic Poem

The soull reaching out after what it most desires.

Fain I would dye
That I might lye.

Safe in Christs arms
From sinfull, harms

Fain would I fly
To heaven high.

There being led
To fountain head.

Drench'd in the love
Of god above.

Set free from sin
Then shall I sing.

And still adore
Thee evermore

Take pity Lord
Of one in ward.

In prison I
While here, doe lye.

Break ope the door
That I may soare.

To thee my god
And pleasent lot.

Oh come away
Without delay.

My only one,
Regard my moane

My weary soull
Doth always prole.

After its rest
And pleasent nest.

Thou hast my hart
Why should time part.

Come take me up
With thee to sup.

And have my fill
On Zion hill

Of that blest Chear,
I cant have here.

But by the by,
Which makes me dry.

And long for more,
Abundant store.

Come riding post,
Over times coast.

To fecth thine own
unto thy throne

Where I shall see,
And enjoy thee.

Eternally,
Without any.

Thing to anoy,
My canstant joy.

Or steall away,
From me one ray