2.
MY Heart is ravish'd and for thee
In Flames of Love is burning.
It springs, it sings in Jubile
When ever thou'rt Returning.
As oft in Love it Kisses Darts.
To thee the All of Pious Hearts
By Faith with thee Sojourning.
3.
Light of my Soul, in thy bright Rays
Alone I stand beholding,
Those Beauties, with uncover'd Face
Which quicken me Unfolding.
O take my Heart, and fill it quite,
My Glory, with thy Glory Bright;
Fast-lock'd for ever holding.
4.
Thy Self Lord art my Way to Heav'n,
The Key of the Creation
Who finds thee has his Pasport given
To Lifes Eternal Station.
Ah dearest Saviour, ne'er let me
Expect a Heav'n divest of thee,
Of Man's Imagination.
5.
Thou art the Truth, and that alone
My Intellectual Prize is.
Without thee Words and Husks are shown,
[1] Thou all Things Realizes.
O make my Heart entirely free
To be Devout alone to thee,
Where its true Paradise is.
- ↑ Thou art the Substance of all the Shadows, here in Inferiour Nature: The Ground and Support of all Things.
Or thus, While thy Grace it self displays.
