48 The More Holy, the More Hapy -
The more holy, the more hapy.
The grace of god which to us brings
Sallvation, and all good things,
itt doth us sweetly teach.
For to deny, ungodlynese,
Pressing on still to be sinlese,
till itt, we fully reach.
The pure in hart, they shall see god
Ther pleasent soull, delighting lott
neer to him, they shall creep
Whilst others ar att distence keep't
They shall have comforts fully heapt
and of his love, drink deep,
Such do in heaven, still commerce
And with Jehovah, hold converse
that clossly walk with him.
His love from them, he will not hide
What they request, sha'nt be deni'd
ther light, shall not shine dim,
Such they doe get many a dole
For to refresh, and chear ther soull
in this ther weary race
Whilst they doe neer, to Christs hart ly
They gain much grace, and strength wherby
they come to grow apace
God gives unto such the new name
Making them clearly, read the same
tis they have the white stone
The stone, of absolution
Which only they, can feast upon
and only they, alone.
Such have ther fathers seall imprest
And deeply stampt, upon theire breast
his image they do bear
Which god delighteth for to veiw
And more, & more, still to renew
till fixt in heavens sphere.
They have whilst here, a free acese
Into his presence, for to prese
and wind into his hart
They know the cecreets of his love
Which makes them strongly, to him move
himself, he will impart
They that in holynese, excell
Doe of their deer redeemer smell
he doth them always ken
And he'l encrease ther stock still more
Into his bosome, they shall soare
Soonner, then other men.
Such they, have many a sweet love feast
With Christ wherby there joy's encreast
Whilst he doth them imbrace
Of high enjoyments such pertake
And he will never them forsake
in one step of ther race.
Such get into Christs house of wine
Sitting under his rays devine
which makes ther harts to burn
They dwell always, under his wing
And ar fil'd from the blessed spring
which still, to them, doth run.
Some few whilst here, have had such high
Manefestations of glory,
that this, has been their song
Lord hold thine hand, or else I break
The vessell whilst here, is to weak
to bear, this liquor strong.
What an encouragment is this
To live this life that leads to blise
and the quik enjoyment
Of our redeemer, and our head
Our Jesus, and our advocate
on whom our harts ar bent
The grace of god which to us brings
Sallvation, and all good things,
itt doth us sweetly teach.
For to deny, ungodlynese,
Pressing on still to be sinlese,
till itt, we fully reach.
The pure in hart, they shall see god
Ther pleasent soull, delighting lott
neer to him, they shall creep
Whilst others ar att distence keep't
They shall have comforts fully heapt
and of his love, drink deep,
Such do in heaven, still commerce
And with Jehovah, hold converse
that clossly walk with him.
His love from them, he will not hide
What they request, sha'nt be deni'd
ther light, shall not shine dim,
Such they doe get many a dole
For to refresh, and chear ther soull
in this ther weary race
Whilst they doe neer, to Christs hart ly
They gain much grace, and strength wherby
they come to grow apace
God gives unto such the new name
Making them clearly, read the same
tis they have the white stone
The stone, of absolution
Which only they, can feast upon
and only they, alone.
Such have ther fathers seall imprest
And deeply stampt, upon theire breast
his image they do bear
Which god delighteth for to veiw
And more, & more, still to renew
till fixt in heavens sphere.
They have whilst here, a free acese
Into his presence, for to prese
and wind into his hart
They know the cecreets of his love
Which makes them strongly, to him move
himself, he will impart
They that in holynese, excell
Doe of their deer redeemer smell
he doth them always ken
And he'l encrease ther stock still more
Into his bosome, they shall soare
Soonner, then other men.
Such they, have many a sweet love feast
With Christ wherby there joy's encreast
Whilst he doth them imbrace
Of high enjoyments such pertake
And he will never them forsake
in one step of ther race.
Such get into Christs house of wine
Sitting under his rays devine
which makes ther harts to burn
They dwell always, under his wing
And ar fil'd from the blessed spring
which still, to them, doth run.
Some few whilst here, have had such high
Manefestations of glory,
that this, has been their song
Lord hold thine hand, or else I break
The vessell whilst here, is to weak
to bear, this liquor strong.
What an encouragment is this
To live this life that leads to blise
and the quik enjoyment
Of our redeemer, and our head
Our Jesus, and our advocate
on whom our harts ar bent
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