Classic Poem

Longing desires, & restlese breathings. of the soull, after the full enjoyment of Christ

Oh when shall Christ, and my soull meet
In each others imbraces sweet
I shall from sorrow, then be quit.

Oh that thou couldst, not chouse but come
To perfect, and compleat, the sum
And fecth thy bride, unto her home.

I shall bee filled, to the brim
When in loves ocean, I shall swim
Which is fed from Christ, that sweet spring

It shall no more, with me be night
When I shall always, dwell in light
And have of thee, a constant sight.

How can I here, take true content
Who am soe streightly, pinch'd, and pent
Desires do swell, and find' no vent.

Whilst I am here, my joys ar mixt
but when on thee, mine eye is fixt
No cloud of sin, shall come betwixt.

Fain would I rest, my weary head
In Christs sweet arms, my blessed bed
Then with his love, I should be fed.

My scorched soull, I would repose
Under the shad, of Sharons Rose
Secure, from the heat, of its foes

My soull like Noahs, weary dove
Cant rest its foot; till thou remove
It up unto its ark, above.

Then with, the saincts, I shall converse
Who still in heaven, doe commerce
And wonders of, thy love, rehearse.

When I'me with thee, I need not fear
To find lese, in that blessed Chear
Then I expect, whilst I am here.

When I come once, to be entwin'd
In thy sweet arms, then I shall find
More, then could here enter my mind

The daintys on which I shall feed
Shall far their name, and fame, exceed
Therfore my soull, make out with speed.

And sitt not down, contentedly
Till unto heaven. thou shalt fly
And on sweet Jesus, fix thine eye