Classic Poem

The best Cordiall

A cordiall, in a fainting hour
When all things, doe, on me look sowre.

Thou art still unto me, my head
And everliving advocate.

Bee thou to me. a constant spring
That soe I may thy praises sing.

Both whilst I am forct to live here
And when I'me fixt in heavens sphere.

When under fainting fitts, & pain
Because of sin, which doth remain.

Thy bloud's a cordiall unto me
When I, by faith, can to it flee.

When I this world, doe dayly find
To be deceitfull, & unkinnd.

This cordiall doth refresh my soull
Whilst in its race unto the goall.

To think tis but a litle while
And Christ will ever, on me smile.

When into heaven, I am let
My sorows, I shall quite forget.

When I in that imperiall ayre
Breath, I shall need no cordiall their.

Because I then, shall perfect bee
And free from all, infirmity.

I then shall bee att a full growth
And Christ shall still, new life give forth.