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Silence (excerpt)

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An unperceived donor gave all pleasures;

There nothing was but I, and all my treasures.

In that fair world, One only was the friend,

One golden stream, one spring, one only end.

There only one did sacrifice and sing

To only one eternal heavenly King.

The union was so strait between these two,

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The Recovery

To see us but receive, is such a sight

As makes His treasures infinite!

Because His goodness doth possess

In us, His own, and our own blessedness.

Yea, more, His love doth take delight

To make our glory infinite;

Our blessedness to see

Is even to the Deity

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Aspiration (excerpt)

Unto the spring of purest life

Aspires my withered heart,

My soul confined in this flesh

Employs both strength and art,

Working, struggling, suing still

From exile home to part.

…

Where all the saints themselves shall shine

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My Spirit

My naked simple Life was I;

That Act so strongly shinâ€™d

Upon the earth, the sea, the sky,

It was the substance of my mind;

The sense itself was I.

I felt no dross nor matter in my soul,

No brims nor borders, such as in a bowl

We see. My essence was capacity,

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Amendment

That all things should be mine,

This makes His bounty most divine.

But that they all more rich should be,

And far more brightly shine,

As used by me;

It ravishes my soul to see the end,

To which this work so wonderful doth tend.

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His Power Bounded, Greater Is His Might

His Power bounded, greater is in might,

Than if let loose, 'twere wholly infinite.

He could have made an endless sea by this,

But then it had not been a sea of bliss.

Did waters from the centre to the skies

Ascend, 'twould drown whatever else we prize.

The ocean bounded in a finite shore,

Is better far because it is no more.

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The Approach

That childish thoughts such joys inspire,

Doth make my wonder, and His glory higher,

His bounty, and my wealth .more great

It chews His Kingdom, and His work complete.

In which there is not anything,

Not meet to be the joy of Cherubim.

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A Thanksgiving and Prayer for the Nation

From A Serious and Pathetical Contemplation of the Mercies of God

O Lord, the children of my people are Thy peculiar treasures,

Make them mine, O God, even while I have them,

My lovely companions, like Eve in Eden!

So much my treasure that all other wealth is without them

But dross and poverty.

Do they not adorn and beautify the World,

And gratify my Soul which hateth Solitude?

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Right Apprehension

Give but to things their true esteem,

And those which now so vile and worthless seem

Will so much fill and please the mind

That we shall there the only riches find.

How wise was I

In infancy!

I then saw in the clearest light;

But corrupt is a second night.

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A Life of Sabbaths Here Beneath

A life of Sabbaths here beneath!

Continual jubilees and joys!

The days of Heaven, while we breathe

On Earth! where Sin all Bliss destroys:

This is a triumph of delights

That doth exceed all appetites:

No joy can be compared to this,

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Joyful Sense and Purity

The Prospect was the Gate of Heaven, that Day

The ancient Light of Eden did convey

Into my Soul: I was an Adam there,

A little Adam in a Sphere

Of Joys! O there my Ravished sense

Was entertained in Paradise,

And had a Sight of Innocence. All was beyond all Bound and Price.

An Antepast [foretaste] of Heaven sure!

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The Vision

FLIGHT is but preparative. The sight

Is deep and infinite,

Ah me! â€™tis all the glory, love, light, space,

Joy, beauty and variety

That doth adorn the Godheadâ€™s dwelling-place;

â€™Tis all that eye can see.

Even trades themselves seen in celestial light,

And cares and sins and woes are bright.

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