Classic Poem

experience march 3 71/2

I heard of one has got the start
And is to her dear Jesus gone
But ah this word, did break my hart
Fainting, for thy salvation

Shouldst thou fecth home, thine one by one
And leave me out, untill the last
Ther is no wrong, in what is done
Though I look on, as an outcast

I have so litle of thee here
Me-thinks I look, like none of thine
Thou givst to others, hea'vns Chear
Feasting them in thy house of wine

I have no reason, to complain
Because of my unworthynese
Yet till drench'd, in the ocean main
I shall, be always comfortlese

Unworthynese, shall never make
Mee leave off, after thee, to presse
For if that should. att all take place
I may not look, for more, or lesse

Oh that I could, by faith espy
ane hole to Look, in att thee still
Till thou removst me, up on high
to have of thee, my joyfull fill