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Y 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.

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.

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.

Thou art the Truth, and that alone

My Intellectual Prize is.

Without thee Words and Husks are shown,

Thou all Things Realizes.

O make my Heart entirely free

To be Devout alone to thee,

Where its true Paradise is.