6.
Thou art my Life, its flowing Powers,
Thro' every Part dispersing;
Thy Spirit with its Vital Showers
Both Soul and Body pierciug.
So let me be all Life and Spirit,
My Jesu, allways thee Inherit;
No Power the Grant Reversing.
7.
Thou art my Food, and Heavenly Feast,
The Father's best Donation
Which gives, when Hungry and Distrest,
Full Strength and Consolation,
Blest Manna! traught with Life and Pow'r,
Let Husks which this Worlds Swine devour
Be ne'er my Delectation.
8.
Thou art my Drink, and Sacred Wine
Most pleasant to my Tasting.
Who Tasts must wish the Draught Divine
Of sweetness Everlasting.
Thou Well-spring of my panting Heart,
Thy Milk and Honied Streams impart,
Richly for my Repasting.
9.
Thou art the Mode wherein I Dress;
My Gem, and costly Tiring.
Who cloaths me with thy Righteousness,
The Silk to my Admiring.
Let me be from the Vanity
Of this Worlds pompous Gandery,
As Rags of Shame, Retiring.
10.
Thou art my Castle, and my Fence;
Where safely I repose me.
No Enemy can drive me thence;
No Heat can discompose me.
