yoy in God. 19
What tho : thy outward Man decay,
Thy inward fhall waxe ftrong; Thy body vile it fhall bee chang'd,
And gloriovs made ere-long.
With Angels-wings thy Soul fhall movnt
To Bliffe vnfeen by Eye, And drink at vnexhaulled fovnt
Of Joy vnto Eternity.
Th}^ teares fhall All bee dryed vp,
Thy Sorrowes all fhall fiye; Thy Sinns fhall ne'r bee fummon'd vp,
Nor come in memory.
Then fhall I know what thov haft done
For me, vnworthy me. And praife thee fhall ev'n as I ovght,
ffor wonders that I fee.
Bafe World, I trample on thy face,
Thy Glory I defpife. No gain I find in ovght below.
For God hath made me wife.
Come, Jefvs, qvickl}^, Bleffed Lord,
Thy face when fhall I fee? O let me covnt each hour a Day
'Till I diffolved bee.
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