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Mirth will allow

No room to sighs and tears.
Whilst thus I lay,

As ravish'd with delight,
I heard one say,

So fools their friends requite.
I knew the voice,

My Lord's,

And at the noise
His words

Did make, arose.
I look’d, and spied

Each where,

And loudly cried,
My dear;

But none replied :
Then to my grief

I found my Love was gone,
Without relief,

Leaving me all alone.


WHITHER, oh! whither is my Lord departed ? What can my Love, that is so tender-hearted, Forsake the soul, which once he thorough darted,

As if it never smarted ?

No, sure my Love is here, if I could find him : He that fills all can leave no place behind him. But oh! my senses are too weak to wind him :

Or else I do not mind him.

O no, I mind him not so as I ought;
Nor seek him so as I by him was sought,
When I had lost myself: he dearly bought

Me, that was sold for naught.

But I have wounded him, that made me sound;
Lost him again, by whom I first was found :
Him, that exalted me, have cast to th' ground;

My sins his blood have drown'd.

Tell me, oh! tell me (thou alone canst tell), Lord of my life, where thou art gone to dwell : For, in thy absence heaven itself is hell :

Without thee none is well.

Or, if thou beest not gone, but only hid’st
Thy presence in the place where thou abid'st,
Teach me the sacred art, which thou provid'st

For all them, whom thou guid'st,

To seek and find thee by. Else here I'll lie,
Until thou find me. If thou let me die,
That only unto thee for life do cry,

Thou diest as well as I.

For, if thou live in me, and I in thee,
Then either both alive, or dead must be:
At least I'll lay my death on thee, and see

If thou wilt not agree.

For, though thou be the Judge thyself, I have Thy promise for it, which thou canst not wave, That who salvation at thine hands do crave,

Thou wilt not fail to save.

Oh! seek, and find me then; or else deny
*Thy truth, thyself. Oh! thou that canst not lie,
Show thyself constant to thy word, draw nigh.

Find me. Lo, here I lie.


Lo, now my Love appears ;

My tears
Have clear'd mine eyes : I see

'Tis he. Thanks, blessed Lord, thine absence was my hell; And, now thou art returnèd, I am well.

By this I see I must

Not trust
My joys unto myself:

This shelf,
Of too secure, and too presumptuous pleasure,
Had almost sunk my ship, and drown'd my treasure.

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And go

So suddenly away? As if enjoying
Full pleasure and contentment, were annoying.

Hereafter I had need

Take heed.
Joys, amongst other things,

Have wings,

And watch their opportunities of flight,
Converting in a moment day to night.

But, is 't enough for me

To be
Instructed to be wise ?

I'll rise,
And read a lecture unto them that are
Willing to learn, how comfort dwells with care.

He that his joys would keep

Must weep;

And in the brine of tears

And fears
Must pickle them. That powder will preserve :
Faith with repentance is the soul's conserve.

Learn to make much of care :

A rare

And precious balsam 'tis

For bliss ; Which oft resides, where mirth with sorrow meets : Heavenly joys on earth are bitter-sweets.


We talk of Noah's flood, as of a wonder;

And well we may ;

The Scriptures say,
The water did prevail, the hills were under,

And nothing could be seen but sea.

And yet there are two other floods surpass

That flood, as far,

As heaven one star, Which many men regard, as little, as

The ordinariest things that are.

The one is Sin, the other is Salvation :

And we must need

Confess indeed,
That either of them is an inundation,

Which doth the deluge far exceed.

In Noah's flood he and his household lived :

And there abode

A whole Ark-load Of other creatures, that were then reprieved:

All safely on the waters rode.

But when Sin came, it overflowed all,

And left none free :

Nay, even he, That knew no sin, could not release my thrall,

But that he was made sin for me;

And, when Salvation came, my Saviour's blood

Drown'd Sin again,

With all its train
Of evils, overflowing them with good,

With good that ever shall remain.

0, let there be one other inundation,

Let Grace o'erflow

That thankfulness may level with Salvation,

And sorrow Sin may overgrow.

soul so,

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