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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?

Am I the first that go this way? How many Saints are gone before? How many enter every day Into thy Kingdom by this door? Christ was once dead, and in a Grave: Yet conquered Death, and rose again: And by this Method he will save His Servants that with him shall Reign.

Am I the first that go this way? How many Saints are gone before? How many enter every day Into thy Kingdom by this door? Christ was once dead, and in a Grave: Yet conquer'd Death, and rose again: And by this Method he will save His Servants that with him shall Reign.