Classic Poem

enlarged desires after the full enjoyment of god in glory,

My god, my rock. and my fortrese
my sweet salvation
The centor of my hapynese
to thee, I make my moane

Oh pity me, & fecth me hence
for here I live in pain
Whilst in this state, of sad absence
I am forct to remain

What can my lose campensurate
Whilst I'me absent from thee
And cant into imediate
embraces taken be

Ten thousand worlds, away I'de throw
if they were all my own
Provided, I might only know
I should be quikly gone

To have a full, & constant sight
of thee without eclips
And dwell, att the spring of delight
no more, to live on sips

This would me from my dullnese, rouse
and make my hart, to leap
When I think, att my fathers house
Soon, I shall full crops reap

My wine shall there, ne're no more be
mixt with woorwood, & gall
But I shall drink it pure, from thee
the fountain head, and shall

Lye still under thy rays devine
and influenciall beames
Which from thy face, shall dart, & shine
whilst I bath in loves stremes.