Classic Poem

Desires to Love Christ

Though I can nothing for thee doe
Yet grant me my desire
Let Love be strong, & still break through
To'th object I admire,

Dread Soveraign, of all the earth
What thing is this I crave
My Love is but poluted breath
Which thou mayst scorn to have

A circumsised hart to love thee
It is thy promise, Lord.
Oh let it be, made good to mee
Acording to thy word

Oh might I burn in love, to thee
Though in the hart of hell
T'would be a glorious heaven to me
Whilst others, doe rebell

Let, Love increase, still more, & more
Untill the perfect day
And in the croud, of earths afairs
Let love feell no alay

When that grace faith, shall wholy cease
And hope, be done away
Love then, shall still, sweetly encrease
And suffer no decay

This is the grace reciprocall
Tis lasting, firm, and sure
This is the grace, that's all in all
And ever shall endure