Classic Poem

may 28 73. The soull wondring itt can get no more. seeing ther is such a fullnese in god and grace is free.

What is the reason, I can gett no more
Seeing ther is, such an, abundant store
Of grace, to be, extended free
To thosse, that for it, come to thee
From thy rich tresurys
Of sutable subplys
Oh why doe I
with hunger dye

Sometimes I think, if thou shouldst give me much
That sure, for prid, I should be, a non-such
But then I know, that thou canst take
Away pride, and me humble make
This then can be no let
When thou thy grace, shalt set
On work, for mee
to set me free

Sometimes I think, itt is for want of faith
That I cannot attain unto that height
Of love, and grace, at which I ayme
Oh glorifie, thy holy name
And give such faith wherby
I with activity
And strength of grace
may run, my race

Sometimes I think, tis spirituall sloth
Because I d'ont my uttmost strength, put forth
Thou wilt not me, with victory crown
Whilst I, thus lasily, sit down
The slothfull mans desire
Do kill, and soe expire
Oh draw thou me
I'de run, to thee

Oh that thou wouldst, be pleas'd to shew thy skill
And not thy pow'r, only, but alsoe will
I know that thou canst for me doe
Great things, and ev'ry lett, break through
be pleas'd on me, to shine
And by thy rays, devine
make grace, to spring
and cast out sin