Classic Poem

the soull having a litle glimps of god afar off. wonders what it shall have, and longs, for full enjoyment

If thy back parts soe lovly be
what is thy pleasent face
Oh what hast thou, laid up for me
in thy prepared place.

Oh if a glance far off be sweet
and yeelds the soull soe much
What joy, & comfort, shall we meet
when we draw neer, & touch.

If in a duty painfull thurst
yeelds daintys to the soull
What fulnese, flow to us, needs must
when fil'd shall be our bowl.

If in boundlese, desires which here
cannot be satisfi'd
Wee find such sweet, & blessed chear
we would not be deny'd.

what then, shall the enjoyment be
of that we doe desire
When we shall fully tast, and see
how then shall we admire.

If in pouring out of the soull
& moaning in thy breast
Thou canst give in soe sweet a dole
as cannot be exprest.

What shall we find when all the day
we shall before thee stand
Hav'ng all our tears, wip'd away
by the mediators hand.

When we shall bee, still fraught with joy
and never more complain
Of any thing, that may anoy
or trouble us again.

My hart is overwhelm d in me
I cannot have my fill
Of that fullnese that dwells in thee
till I climb Zion hill.