Classic Poem

Wonders & misterys of devine love

Oh strang, oh wonderfull
Ther is no reason given why
Thou shouldst not let, thy creture lye
Among the sons, of Adams race
Who did fall, from thy love, and grace
From them, thou givst a pull

It makes me stand amaysd
When I somtimes, doe lett thoughts run
Upon the work, that thou hast done
Whilst with amaizment, I doe see
Thy love, and grace. which flows soe free
Therby my wonder's rays'd

Oh separating love
Oh rich, free, distinguishing grace
Whilst others, ar in the same case
Plunged, as deep in misery
Yet they ar left, in it to ly
Whilest love, thy bonds, remove

On deep, cals to another
Whilst we electing love, do-veiw
Unto thy litle flock, and few
Oh mistery, deep, and profound
Oh depths of love, which none can sound
Why me, & not the other

How greatly this doth fill
The hart, with love, when seriously
We on thesse wonders, look, & pry
This makes us long, for to begin
Our hymes. of love, and praise, to sing
on Zions cacred hill.