The Rapture

SWEET infancy!
O Heavenly Fire! O Sacred Light!
How fair and Bright!
How Great am I
Whom the whole World doth magnify!

O heavenly Joy!
O Great and Sacred Blessedness
Which I possess!
So great a Joy
Who did into my Arms convey?

From God above
Being sent, the Gift doth me enflame
To praise his Name;
The Stars do move,
The Sun doth shine, to shew his Love.
O how Divine
Am I! To all this Sacred Wealth,
This Life and Health,
Who rais'd? Who mine
Did make the same? What hand divine?
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