Classic Poem

The soull greatly clouded novem 20 71.

What meanes, this dismall cloudinese
Which doth possese my soull
Filling me full of heavinese
My God, my state condole

'Tis that I know not how to bear
Except suport thou give
My spirits, they doe wast, & wear
I know not how to live.

Nothing oh Lord, will satisfie
but a sight of thy face
If that to me, thou dost deny
I sink in greif, apace.

I turn, and tose, & find noe rest
Because I mise my god
Thy comforts, ar my only feast
thy smiles, my pleasent lot.

Heaven will not give me content
thou art to me, most dear
Why then dost thou, thy selfe absent
And wilt not now draw near.

Oh tell me now, the reason why
thou lookst soe strang att me
Thou seemst away, from me to fly
thy smiles I cannot see.

I'me plunged, in anxiety
unquiet is my mind
All things to me, ar vanity
Except thy self I find

I will not say, thy ways ar wrong
I know that cannot be
Supose thou never smilst upon
me, thy actings ar free.

Ile call to mind, my former days
what thou to me, hast been
I will reflect, on former rays
and wait, for thee again.

Doscover now thy pleasent face
Let me thy favour see
And give influences of grace
That I may run to thee.

Lift up, thy lightsome countenance
On my soull in distrese
The price of it thou dost enhance
whilst I walk, in darknese

upon Christs return november 22.

How sweet ar thy returning rays
now I can say my god,
What warmth, & life thy love displays
thou art my pleasent lot

Welcome deer Lord to thine own home
reception thou shalt find
When ever thou'lt be pleas'd to come
thou art to me most kinnd.

Thou tookst pity, on me Lord
when I in sorrow lay
Oh let me still thy love record
and praise thee all the day.

Dear god it was but yester day
that I in sorow sunk
Because thou turnst thy face away
and now thy love I've drunk

Thou camest in to me this night
in sweet enlarg'd desire
And gavest mee a tast, and sight
of that, to which I aspire.

This world I find vain, & unkinnd
but thou to me art sweet
Oh let me always, keep in mind
thy mercy as tis meet.

Oh that thou wouldst, be pleasd to draw
my soull, still by thy love
I care not for this world, a straw
could I be Lodg'd above.

Thou canst give meat, the world knows not
thy food, is dayntys rare
May I but feed, upon my god
I'le ne're seek other fare.

Whilest others trudg, many a mile
to get a litle trash
From thee, my god, I'le seek a smile
earths joys, ar but a flash

Oh whence is this, oh what am I
Poor creeping, crawling, worm
That thou shouldst set me up on high
in thy love, let me burn.

Not unto me, not unto mee
but to thy holy name
Let all the praise, & glory be
to thee belongs the same.

But still from satisfaction I
am very far as yet
Thy fullnese, that will satisfie
when I to heaven get

Whilst I am here, oh give in more
fill mee up to the brim
Till to thy bosome, I shall soare
and in thy love shall swim