Poetical fragments heart-employment with God and it selfPoetical fragments heart-imployment with God and it self

Yet Faith can see beyond the Skies, Where now our Head in Glory is: And above Flesh and Sense can rise, Unto the World of Saints in bliss. Cleansing the Soul from Flesh and Sin, Abstracting it from things below; It draws the Veil, and entering in, Love's glorious Mysteries can know.

Put forth thy Beams and Hand of Grace: Open mine Eyes: Take up my Heart: Acquaint it with the Holy Place, The Joys and Glory where thou art. O let me not be strange at home! Strange to the Sun, and Life of Souls: Choosing this low and darkened Room; Familiar with Worms and Moles!

Put forth thy Beams and Hand of Grace: Open mine Eyes: Take up my Heart: Acquaint it with the Holy Place, The Joyes and Glory where thou art. O let me not be strange at home! Strange to the Sun, and Life of Souls: Choosing this low and darkened Room; Familiar with Worms and Moles!

Shall I be strange unto my Head? The World of Knowledge, Love and Joys? Conversing here among the Dead, And taken up with Dreams and Toys? And strange to Angels, who attend On Man, and in his good delight; And, though unseen, do us defend; Ministering for us day and night?

Shall I be strange unto my Head? The World of Knowledge, Love and Joyes? Conversing here among the Dead, And taken up with Dreams and Toyes? And strange to Angels, who attend On Man, and in his good delight; And, though unseen, do us defend; Ministring for us day and night?