Classic Poem

Experience. may 23 73

What mistery,
is this I spy
My hart was in me, sunk, and dead
Because of sin, which captive led
And when temptation, did surround
Thy love, and grace, did superabound

I was afraid
And in hart, said
Now look for nothing, but displeasure
And anger, in a fivefold measure
Because temptations, they did storm
And deviations, they did swarm

But whilst that I
For victory
Was att a strife, thou didst reveill
The truth of grace, and to it seall
It was not comfort, that did flow
Or high joys, that thou didst bestow

It gave releife,
In midst of greife
Whilst sin, more bitter, was then hell
Longing out of this durty cell
Of misery, for to be gone
Fainting, for thy salvation

Whilst love did flow
encrease, and grow
Whilst hapynese, and heavens blise
Was nothing to me, without this
A liknese unto him, I love
Which made me, restlese, to remove

Unto the praise
Of grace alwais
Efections, answerable wear
So strong, I hardly them, could bear
My hart, was brok, for fear that I
Should'be long under, sins tiranny

I never should
Nor never would
Forget this token of thy grace
Which may support me, in my race
When Saten shall, as frequently
He doth charge, with hipocrisie

Its strang to me
When I do see
That'th more that sin, in me bare sway
The more, thou didst thy grace display
outshooting Saten, in his bow
Breaking the darts, that he did throw

th' Glory of all
now surely shall
Be given unto thee, alone
My sweet, and blessed, only one
Compleat thy work, now speedyly
And fitt me, for, eternity