Classic Poem

Longings after a sence of Christs love.

Dear Lord, away fain would I fly
One smile from thee I crave
That in thy bosome I might lye
This is the thing I'de have

The sun doth shine, as well on dung
As on the chousest flower
Then shine upon my soull bright sun
By thine almighty power

Ten worlds to me, cant comfort give
When thou dost hide thy face
A smile from thee, would make me live
And sweetly run my race

In this worlds sweets, I tast no savour
My soull, drives slowly on
It is thy blessed love, & favour
That I would feed upon

Enlighten me soe in my way
That by thy rays devine
I may be able, once to say
Dear Jesus, thou art mine

If I must never see thy face
Whilst on this side of glory
Oh lett me move apace, in grace
Towards, the uper story

But if thou'lt say, I cannot take
Any delight in thee
Then here am I, Lord, of me make
What seemeth good, to thee

If dye I must, Lord. this I crave
And doe not me deny
Under thy feet I'le make my grave
And by thy hand I'le dye

Thy soverainty I will adore
Both now, henceforth, & ever more.